#like i think initially i just understood it as her not wanting people doing different stories with her characters

[dashiellqvverty]

still not going to read those goddamn vampire books BUT its crazy how this website/the internet had so many people (myself eventually included) believing anne rice came down so hard on fanfiction specifically because she didnt want people making her characters gay only to learn that those vampires were very much sucking and fucking in the original texts

[aperrywilliams]

Ocean (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer has shut you out for months, and you don’t know how to get to him. A new argument endures, and you think this might be your last chance to make him understand how deep your love for him is.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst/hurt/comfort. Spencer doesn't want to see reasons. Reader and Spencer cry. Mention to Spencer’s time in Milburn.

A/N: It’s just another self-indulgent fic to tell our boy how great he is.

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"Are you going to say something?"

Your voice is clipped, and you feel a whole storm bubbling inside of you. Spencer's silence doesn't help to ease your desperation—a last call for some hope in your already damaged relationship.

As he sits on the couch, his eyes are lost in the window of your shared apartment, tranced by the distant bustling of the streets below. It seems everything is better than looking at you right now.

‘How can someone stand so damn close

And feel like they're a world away?

I can see your sad story eyes

So how do you have no words to say?’

“Please, say something. Anything."

Your insistence sharply contrasts with the demanding tone with which you initiated this conversation—or fight, as Spencer accused you earlier.

Still standing in front of him, you only want him to look at you, to see in his eyes what he really wants.

“Do you want me to leave? That's it?”

You don't know what else to do or say. After bickering for a solid forty-five minutes, Spencer decided he didn't want to respond to your questions/accusations anymore. Coincidence? Hell no. He went silent just after you touched a nerve mentioning the tabu, the only thing Spencer decided must remain unspoken: the three months he was locked in Milbum.

You understood his reluctance at first. Of course you did. Putting in words the nightmare of his days there can’t be easy for anyone, and to Spencer, you bet your ass it was tougher. To lose control, to engage in a world he only knew from afar. Exposed. Vulnerable.

You understood why he didn't want you to visit him there. His pride and self were wounded. However, you would never resent him for it. You said it to him but respected his wishes so as not to put more pressure on his shoulders.

It didn't hurt less, but you were willing to take it.

Weeks followed, and the only news you had about your boyfriend were the messages and phone calls from his coworker, Penelope, and his boss, Emily.

The day he was released must have been the most chaotic you had in your life. And for Spencer, sure, it was worse: His mom was kidnapped by another psychopath, threatening her life.

As Spencer hugged Diana at the BAU, you stayed back, looking from afar, not wanting to disturb such an important moment.

Penelope hugged him after, and then JJ and Tara. The whole team welcomed him before you had the chance to.

When your time came, your eyes locked for the first time in months, and you knew. That man wasn’t the same Spencer you saw the night before he went to Mexico. And you were far from expecting he was, but something felt different with you compared to the reaction he had with the rest of the people there.

Not saying a word, Spencer enveloped you in a tight embrace. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he couldn't articulate anything to say. You were the one who reassured him, mumbling encouraging words.

‘Everything is going to be okay. You’re safe now.’

And you believed every word, even knowing the road would be hard. Knowing there would be bad days and not-so-bad ones. But you were determined to make it work because you loved Spencer, and he didn't deserve less from you.

All I want is to fall in deeper than I've ever been

Why won't you let me?

I can handle your heart, so help me.

But Spencer didn't open up to you the next day, nor the week that followed, or the month after. You were patient. You didn't take personally the prolonged silences, the avoidance, the eagerness he showed to go back to work.

At some point, you start to wonder what you have been doing wrong because there is definitely something wrong.

Waiting for him to confide you was the only thing you decided to do. He would come to you eventually. Instead of pushing him, you offered your solace and a safe space for him to be peaceful.

But after three months, things didn't get better; they were quite the opposite. Spencer frequently showed signs of irritability at home and started to snap at almost anything.

And that's when the arguments started. You were getting exhausted by his behavior and the null display of trust from him.

Today has been no different. After coming back from a case, Spencer barely acknowledged your presence, opting for lounging on the couch, too invested in a book to tell you he almost got hurt in the field, and you find it out from Penelope calling you to know how he was doing.

“Spencer-”

“You can leave if you want,” he mumbles, not making eye contact.

“That's not what I asked. I asked if you want me to leave.”

There is a lump in your throat, but it doesn't stop you from voicing your thoughts.

“And for once, be honest with me. Do you want to be alone? Do you want to sulk yourself for God knows how much time?”

There is a brief silence where you think Spencer is truly contemplating his response.

“Yes.”

He says it without looking at you, but his voice is firm enough for you to wonder if he’s lying or not. It hurts. But it hurts you more because he’s hurting and not for the pain he’s inflicting you with his words - or lack of.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

You get his attention this time. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him that.

“Why do you want to be alone?”

You can’t understand why he’s so determined to shut you out. Or maybe you do, but you’re not ready to accept it. Not when you love him more than anything in this world. Not when you are sure your love must count to something for him. Yeah, maybe you can’t ‘fix him,’ but you’re sure as hell you can help him to heal.

Spencer huffs in frustration. What can he say? The truth? It's too simple and yet too complicated to voice.

“I realized it’s better that way. There is no reason for you to stay.”

Is he turning his motives into altruistic ones? It's like he doesn't know you at all.

“There isn’t? You are not reason enough for me to stay?”

Spencer stands from his spot, running his hands through his hair.

“You don't get it? Do you?! Do you want me to throw the words on your face? Uh? I thought you were smart enough to realize by now I can’t love you anymore!”

It's the first time he has yelled that way to you in months. Years, maybe? All the last arguments you both had recently were more like ‘snappy-sassy Spencer’ and a ‘sassier you.’

He just said, ‘I can’t love you anymore,’ and not ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ You don’t miss the wording, and you’re praying right now not to be reading this wrong.

Maybe this is the crack you were waiting for to get to him. Carefully, you look at Spencer, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't.

“Okay,” you mumble, sitting again on the couch, your feet planted on the floor and hands on your knees. Spencer raises an eyebrow, confused by your posture and response.

“Okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. Okay. You can’t love me anymore. I accept it. And I’m not happy with that, but okay. I can’t obligate you to feel in a certain way if you don’t.”

“But you should be hating me,” he refutes. “I failed you, and now I’m ending things.”

You take in his words. Spencer assumes he’s the one to hate, and even if you want to, you know you can’t.

With pursed lips and soft eyes, you gesture to the spot beside you on the couch, inviting him to sit. Spencer understands and, after a second of contemplation, slowly moves to sit there, curious about what you are thinking right now.

“Can I tell you something?” you start. “It's humanly impossible for me to hate you. And yeah, maybe I should, but I can’t. Maybe you can’t love me, and thank you for doing it at some point, by the way. But it doesn't mean I’ll stop caring about you. It doesn't mean I don't want to see you happy because, despite all the awful things you think about yourself, oh, flash news, you deserve to be happy.”

“Don’t-” he wants to refute, as always he does, but you have to make a point.

“Spence, please, let me say it.” Spencer stops and concedes at your request, even if he thinks it useless and that you shouldn’t put that effort into him.

“I know you think you disappointed people for what happened. You haven’t told me that much, but I know. And I can understand you are scared and that maybe I’m not the one you want to confide in. I respect it, really. But please, if at least a fraction of what I think matters to you, believe me, I have never doubted whatever you did in there; you did it to survive. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing.”

It's a hard pill to swallow for Spencer. He never wanted to tell you what really happened when he was in jail. Granted, you are not a profiler, but you know him enough to see through him.

Here you are, next to me

So much beauty at my feet

All I wanna do is swim, but the waves keep crashin' in

No, I'm not afraid to drown

Take me out, take me down

I'm so tired of the shore

Let me in, baby

You're an ocean, beautiful and blue

I wanna swim in you

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. And I’ll leave if it's what you think I should do, but not before telling you how I see you. God, Spencer. You have no idea how great a human being you are. You always prefer to sell yourself short instead, but I know you. If the time we have known each other taught me something, it's how compassionate, understanding, and loving you are. Believe me when I tell you that to love you has been the best thing I have done in my life. And I would do anything for you, even if that means walking away from you.”

You don't know when the tears started to fall, but now you can feel them running down your cheeks and landing in your hands resting on your lap.

Spencer’s glassy eyes tell you he has heard everything you said, and you hope he believes you. At least you have tried pouring your heart into words. It isn’t easy for you to do. That’s something you have in common with Spencer. Your love language is acts of service more than words of affirmation, but you know this time, you need the words.

A tear makes his journey from Spencer’s eyes down his jaw. But he can’t say anything. He thinks if he says something, everything in him will crumble.

You wait, not so sure what, but wait. As Spencer keeps his silence, you think you have nothing more to do, so you break eye contact.

“Okay. That's what I needed to say. I guess that’s it.”

A shaky breath anticipates you getting up from the couch. You stroll to the bedroom to grab your go-bag.

Approaching the door and grabbing your keys from the bowl, you bit your lower lip because you don’t want to cry in front of him anymore.

Like a lighthouse, I've been shinin' bright

Through the dark for both of us

And I've done it outta love is not enough

But God, how I wish it was

And I don't wanna find out

How much lonely I can take before you lose me

Baby, look at me and swear you won't lose me

Determined to leave, you open the door, and before you cross the threshold, a heartbreaking sob paralyzes you in place. Then, a wail and Spencer's broken voice.

“Please, don’t leave!”

It is heartbreaking and comes to you like a prayer from the depths of his being. You stop in your tracks but refuse to look back at him.

“I know I don't deserve you, but please, I can’t - I can’t lose you.”

Wiping away his tears, Spencer gets up from the couch and quickly reaches the door. You still have the bag in one hand and the keys in the other, with your back to him.

“I love you more than you can imagine, and I was determined to let you go. I thought I had hurt you enough.”

“Did you were setting me free? From you?” you mumble, still not wanting to turn around, tears blurring your sight. Spencer sniffles.

“I thought it was the right thing to do. Why drag you to my shit once more? Fuck, you always have been there for me, and it is so unfair. How did I repay you?”

“Repay me?” You let the bag fall with a thud. This time, turning to face Spencer. “Do you think this is about repaying? Jesus, Spencer. I never had ask you that.”

“I know. I know,” he rushes to say. “But I feel like I’m not good enough. An ex-junk. An ex-convict. And a lot of baggage to carry.”

Your fingers fidget with the keys as you hear Spencer beating himself.

“Nothing of that has changed the way I see you. I’m not saying you have to be the same, nor do you have to keep still about it. I love you with all the scars you have and the ones that will come. And I want to help. You don't have to do this alone.”

“It's a lot. I don't even know where to start,” Spencer’s voice croaks, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“We can figure it out. Together. It won’t be easy, but I promise it will get better.”

Your soft eyes and hopeful words warm Spencer’s heart. He can’t conceive you are even real. He can’t fathom how you are still here in front of him after all. He can only conclude that your love is big enough to hold you two at this moment when his weakness consumes him.

Still sobbing, Spencer rushes to envelope you in a tight embrace. But unlike the hug you shared in the bullpen when he was released months ago, this time, he's the one telling you reassuring words.

“I love you. I couldn’t be more grateful for having you. I promise I’ll heal. I promise not to shut you out again. My love, my everything.”

As you cry with Spencer enveloped in his arms, your heart feels hopeful that you both will find a way to get through this. Together.

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[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.10

Desperation

Male reader x Jeon Somi

Tags: Smut, literally face fucking, daddy kink

2.8k Words

You have a history with Somi. Back when you were a freshly new bodyguard, she repeatedly sought out your services. Regardless of whether the close relationship you shared with her is just a distant memory for you, she still thinks of you from time to time—perhaps more often than you'd expect. And here you are, reminiscing about the old days and walking in front of Somi as she follows behind.

“Oppa, y’know my song was inspired by you.”

“Fast Forward?”

There’s a reason why Somi isn’t your client anymore—she switched agencies, that’s the only reason. You advanced quickly, gaining many celebrity clients along the way. It’s the law of attraction: when people seek top talent, companies turn to you. And when Somi needed to make a decision on her own career as an idol, she only had two choices: move to a different agency or continue to have you by her side. It was a hard choice for Somi until she came to the obvious conclusion. You didn’t hold any resentment; you understood her decision. This was all business anyways.

However, the glares in your eyes weren't always so friendly. Your presence was already intimidating, with the black suit, sunglasses, earpiece, and sometimes even a holster at your hip. You didn't smile much, but you got the job done. Initially, Somi thought you were a cold person, but that changed once you became her regular bodyguard. The more time she spent with you, the more her perception shifted. Despite your cold and intimidating appearance, you cared for and protected your client. That was the job you had signed up for.

“I took part in the lyrics,” Somi says, causing you to stop short before opening the door and look back at her.

“What do I have to do with your song?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Just.. just missed you, Oppa. Don’t you miss me too?”

You couldn't give her an answer when she expected a 'yes,' but you remained silent. Was it wrong to forget about her? You had her phone number, but you never called or texted. Not even to wish her something like a 'Happy Birthday' or 'Happy New Year.'

Somi glances around to make sure no one is watching. Once she's certain both of you are alone, she takes your hand. “I know we are parting ways again after this. But can we catch up? I don’t want you to leave.”

“I think your manager is waiting, Somi. We can catch up next time. Promise?”

“But remember the promise you made with me last time?”

You're clueless. Her question was too vague. It's been years. "What promise?"

“May I come over, Oppa? You’ve seen my place. I never saw yours.”

Somi never slept with you, but it was obvious that she wanted to fuck at the hotel when you went overseas with her, which didn't went her way anyways since this was all business. “Does Chaeyoung talk about me to you, Somi? I’m sure she said something.”

“Oppa, just once. Please?” Somi’s begging for you straightforwardly, you can tell from her eyes that she’s been lonely for far too long. “Aren’t we close? How many years have we not seen each other? It’s been too long, Oppa.”

There’s also not a single lie that you can tell Somi was interested in you, not just sexually, but also romantically. When times change, it’s questionable when you and Somi parted ways.

“Ennik,” you say softly. “Somi.”

“Yes?” she smiles and lets go of your hand.

“Come home with me.”

She chuckles, “finally, you’re not playing hard for once.”

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“Daddy?” Somi says cautiously out of the blue as you pull into the driveway.

“Is that like one of your kinks?” you chuckle.

“You don’t like it?”

“I’m not judging. I don’t mind it, Somi.” You turn the car off and close the garage door. “Let’s go inside.”

She's unusually quiet, waiting impatiently as you both exit the car and walk inside. There's no doubt that Somi won't let you off the hook the moment you step in. She's hungry. She's lonely. As you shut the door calmly, before you can even turn around, she gets on her knees with her hands in her lap, looking up at you desperately.

"Give it to me, Daddy," she softly pleads once you see her kneeling, slowly placing her hands on your pants and pulls down slowly.

“Somi,” you take a breath, "how much did you missed me?"

"So much." Somi leans closer, staring right at you from below and getting a whiff of your crotch.

"Then show me how much you missed me. Be a good girl."

Somi doesn't respond, but you can see it in her eyes that she wants to be proven worthy. And slowly, Somi bites onto the waistband of your boxers, then pulls it down with a wicked smirk, and you felt her nose dragging against your skin.

She’s not someone who you just met. You know that she's a horny one at heart. Somi didn't want to waste any time. Her breaths came shallow and quick, as if each breath were full of desperation. She gulps and stares at your cock the moment it flings out of your boxers. But before you give her a taste, what's the fun without a small tease? You already have her in a chokehold, and she wouldn’t want to escape it.

"Take off your shirt," you demand, caressing her cheeks. Somi didn't even hesitate and takes off her shirt, revealing a black bra as you stare at her cleavage. Her tit's are round and perfect, more than enough to where you would want your face in between.

“Good girl.” you say, smirking.

She leans closer again and only stares at you after a quick kiss on the tip of your cock. “I’ve been fantasizing about you. I thought about you late last night."

“I’ll make it come true, Somi.” You say, brushing her hair and getting a clear view of her beauty. Once her mouth opened, she wanted only one thing: to taste you. But knowing how desperate Somi is, you're not letting her. Not this easily. You pull her hair back and she gasp, staring up to meet your gaze.

Somi gulps, which was loud in this quiet house. “Daddy,” she whispers. You saw your own reflection in her eyes as she looks at you.

“Open your mouth,” you say, wanting to be in control. Quietly, she opens her mouth without hesitation and you slap your cock right on her cheeks, not once, but twice as she flinches and smiles, then Somi wickedly chuckles.

“I’m such a slut for you.”

“It should be that way,” you say, a deeper tone that made her heart to start fluttering. Your cock was right in front of Somi. She’s impatiently waiting like a good girl. “Keep your mouth open and your tongue out.”

Again, she listens to everything you demanded. Her eyes gleamed, begging you so desperately to the point she’ll do anything just for a small taste. And as you’re curious to how desperate she was, her salvia starts to drip off the tip of her tongue.

You slap your cock right on her tongue, then held her nape with no intentions on letting Somi have it her way. You’re planning to ruin her face. She deserves it. There’s no excuse if Somi’s been waiting for this day. And with a small thrust into her mouth, she chokes once you reached the back of her throat. You push harder, slowly every few seconds without pulling out your cock.

Somi's throat expands, and you could feel her trying to choke, when it’s only a weak one with your cock deep in her throat. She leans back, almost falling behind, and you intentionally did it to pin her against the wall. She closes her eyes shut, face trembling to how deep your cock was in. Well, you weren’t trying to make her pass out, but you did start to worry and gave Somi some room to breathe.

She takes a deep breath with your cock still in her mouth. Without a response, Somi grabs onto your hips, bobbing and tilting her head slowly. You couldn’t help but smirk at how much of a slut you made her. There was no sense of pride from Somi. She's going crazy for your cock.

“Good girl,” you groan, complimenting Somi. “Go ahead, have it. Take it.”

“Mhm,” she murmurs. Then there’s a long hum, the type of hum of tasting something delightful. You felt her perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin as she grips harder and harder, cock disappearing in and out from her mouth. Saliva drips down from her chin and right onto her cleavage. You give a hard thrust and her head’s now against the wall, perfect as you smirk to what wicked intentions you have for her face—a hard face fucking.

Somi closes her eyes, letting a tear out by how hard you were thrusting into her mouth. It’s the tears of happiness that everyone gets after getting what they’ve been longing for. You decide to suddenly stop, still with your cock deep down in her throat. And with your thumb on her face, you wiped her tears, smudging her mascara in the process. She looked more of a slut at this point, and you aren’t complain of seeing Somi like this when her hair is sticking to the wall.

“Good girl,” you say, more softly with a deeper tone. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.” Praising her is a cheat code, she loves being complicated and praised at, especially if it’s from you. You’re well aware of how much you meant to her. It’s no secret.

And it’s clear that you’re using her mouth like a toy, she’s choking and gagging. You could care less while you chase this peace of mind from a singer’s mouth. Somi’s not stopping you, neither would you want to.

“Fuck,” you groan softly, taking a quick breath, and seeing how much of a mess her face was and pulls out. Saliva drips down to her tits after she spits more out to make a mess. You love it how she’s just a slut taking your cock like there’s no tomorrow. Her lips are coated in saliva as she worships your cock with her lips pressing right on it.

“Am I being a good girl, Daddy?” she mumbles, lips on the tip of your cock.

“You are. Maybe you should stop talking and show me that you’re even better than a good girl.” Somi’s face was all fucked, a whole hot mess. She’s even more beautiful like this.

“I want it all over my face, Daddy.”

“Should maybe get ready then.”

You grab onto her face, squeezing her cheeks with your fingers and palm right on her chin to make Somi look up at you. You were once her love interest. You were her protector. And now, she’s on her very knees, in a mess taking your aggression. Somi couldn’t say anything, she’s more mesmerized by your glare. You push your cock back into her mouth to make Somi gag and continue to choke all over your cock.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” you groan. Your cock was shoved deep down to the point it bulges out her throat. Her eyes are closed, tears slowly coming down her face. You felt saliva dripping all the way down to your balls. Her small mouth couldn’t take it, but she's not stopping you from using her like a toy.

Your cock begins to throb, violently more as you keep shoving your cock into her mouth. There’s a whole mess on her tits as it’s drying out layer by layer. Somi’s taking it like a slut that she is. It doesn’t matter how rough you were, Somi loves the way your cock throbs. After a deep gasp, and a moan, you pull out. Webs of saliva flows out her mouth and on your cock down to her chest.

She grabs onto your cock to start stroking it. Somi knew what to do. She wants to make you cum all over her face. Her hands squeezes your cock, stroking it faster and faster while looking up at you.

“Make me cum, Somi,” you uttered quickly. “I’ll cum on your pretty face.”

“Give it to me, Daddy,” she murmurs. Her mouths wide open, tongues out, eyes all closed.

You cum by her small hands squeezing and stroking your cock, releasing all the built up sexual tension for years, but all Somi can feel was how much cum there was on her face. With a bright smile, and a couple flinches from cum shooting onto her face, she finally got her fantasy to come true. It’s warm. It’s thick. Just what she’s been craving for.

Somi’s face is the definition of getting face fucked. Her hairs a mess, cum all over her lips, cheeks, and even up to her hair as she couldn’t open her eyes but smile. Then strands of cum stretch and drip down her chin to her tits.

“What a mess,” she utters after swallowing your cum, and the biggest smile you saw from her today. Somi scoops all the cum on her face and licks every single finger.

“You’re missing more, Somi,” you say, wanting her to lick your cock clean. She crawls on her knees to suck you off without a word. “There’s some on your hair too.”

“It’s fine,” she says after pulling off your cock with a loud pop. “You taste good.”

“Was I too aggressive?”

“Kind of. Tolerable thought. But why should I complain?” She then leans in again to give your cock a quick kiss. Her chest is pumping after being used as a toy.

“Water?” you say, wanting to give her some care.

“No,” she whispers shyly.

You grab your pants and gently hand Somi her shirt. She’s still on her knees with the shirt rolled up into a ball as she covers part of her chest. “It’s not a problem if you want get in my panties if you’re thinking about it right now.”

Well, you did give her a hard face fucking. It’s only right that you give Somi a time to rest. As you put on your pants, she’s just staring down at the floor, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking, Somi?”

“Are you gonna kick me out?” she says, looking up at you. There’s a pure moment of silence, you couldn’t believe what she just said. After face fucking her? Why kick her out?

“Do you want me to, Somi?” you smirk, teasing her when you aren’t planning on kicking her out.

“You want my pussy? I’ll give it to you right now for as long as you want. Please let me stay for a while, Oppa. Please, Daddy?”

You’re dumbfounded to why Somi thinks that you’ll kick her out. “Calm down, let’s go sit on the couch. I’m not telling you to leave.”

“Oh,” she embarrassingly says and puts on her shirt. After Somi stands up, she follows you to the couch and sits right beside you. Somi couldn't belive that she got naked and took your cock like a slut. Neither did she want to fully admit of being one.

“How was it since you changed agencies, Somi?”

“I really missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking that I might of made the wrong choice to leave you behind. And now you’re with Twice.”

“I’m just a bodyguard,” you chuckle.

“So what? You’re so comfortable to be around with. Isn’t it obvious?”

You shrug, “don’t know.”

“Oppa,” she takes a deep breath. “Was it also obvious that I was interested in you?”

“It was. Why are you bringing this up, Somi?”

“If I can’t buy your love, I’ll sell you my body. That’s the most I can do for you to want me in a way.”

You sigh, “there’s gotta be a better way to word that, Somi. C’mon.”

She then sits closer to you and puts her head on your shoulders, “we never had a proper farewell to each other. I want to thank you for everything.”

“It’s..not like I’ll never take you in as a client again, Somi. If both our schedules are right, I don’t mind taking you.”

“Really, Oppa?”

“When’s your next concert? I’ll come with Chaeyoung.”

“Why come with her when you can be alongside me like we used to? Be backstage and we can eat at a restaurant after with my manager. I want to treat you for everything you’ve done with me.”

“Just text me, Somi. I’ll be there if your agency reaches out to me.”

“Mhm, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Do you plan on spending the night here?”

“I’m busy tomorrow morning, Oppa,” she sighs.

“I’ll take you home later, Somi.”

A/N: Lost motivation to write more, but hope this is enough. Half ass edit too.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 1: Are You Always Like This?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary:  When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team. (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Implied/Eventual), Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Fake Dating

Word Count: 7.4 K (OOPS)

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+/Mature because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, violence. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

A/N: I know I know, I should be working on "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love," but this idea was swirling around in my head and I had to write it.

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"Alright Butcher, I'm done." You sigh closing the file in front of you and standing from the worn wooden table covered in empty Chinese food containers and stacks of papers almost as tall as you. "If I read another word about trying to stop an electrical current, I'm going to commit toaster bath and I'm taking you with me."

It was late, past two in the morning, but Butcher had a lead on a B-list supe that had been using his electrical powers to steal cars and run a chop shop business downtown. You had been close to catching him yesterday, so close in fact that your eyebrows were still a little crispy from when he shot a bolt of lightning at your face that you only dodged in the nick of time when Soldier Boy grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you out of the way. Unfortunately, your shirt hadn't survived, it had ripped and you spent the rest of the day wearing one of Butcher's oversize Hawaiian shirts all the while Soldier Boy told you that it was a waste to keep a pretty little figure like yours covered up.

I hate him so much.

When Butcher had initially asked you to join his team a month ago you were excited, but then you found out that you were going to be stuck with Soldier Boy. The supe, that despite Annie's arguments should be given back to the government and put on ice, was allowed to join Butcher's team after he took down Homelander. Who was currently frozen on ice, somewhere. As long as Homelander was far from you, you didn't care. The guy gave you the creeps.

But the team still couldn't figure out where the electricity manipulating supe was hiding or where he was dropping the cars, which meant you had spent the past twelve hours staring at files and a computer screen so hard that you felt like your brain going to melt out of your ears.

"Do whatever ya want kid. I'm not ya damn babysitter." Butcher grunts, his face hidden behind his own file. His boots were on the table and he was leaning back in his chair so far that you were tempted to tip him over, all it would take was a good solid kick.

You smile at him. Butcher was adept at pretending that he didn't want you around, of course you knew how antsy he got when you weren't there to offer your opinion. You figured that he just liked pushing people away and given his history you understood that.

Annie sits up from where she and Hughie are cuddling on the couch. "Why don't you stay?" Her brow furrows with worry. Annie was big on the whole, "women not walking at home alone at night thing," which normally you didn't, but you figured that whatever was waiting outside the apartment was probably less intimidating than Homelander. And you could handle it.

"Because I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight and not that godforsaken rickety cot in the corner that Frenchie got. Can't stand that one spring that always seems so happy to see me." You pull your leather jacket off of the back of the chair and whirl it around your shoulders, before bringing your hair out from under the collar.

Hughie snorts.

"Hey, that cot is an antique!" Frenchie crows from his highbacked chair spewing a mouthful of smoke into the air. Kimiko was sitting at the coffee table in front of him working on her writing, a thick black marker clutched in her hand. MM was taking the night off, but you thought he was probably trying to avoid Soldier Boy.

"Yeah well, that cot is about as old as grandpa over there." You gesture to where Soldier Boy is sitting in another one of the armchairs in the corner watching you while puffing on a joint.

He was always watching you and due to your inability to read his mind it made it difficult for you to gauge what he was thinking, but you assumed that it was the usual macho crap he spouted 100% of the time. But he wasn't checking you out, well this time he wasn't. You had caught him staring at your butt more than once, and he'd made several comments about exactly what he'd like to do to you, but right now an emotion glimmered behind his eyes that you couldn't place.

Soldier Boy stands from the chair. He was wearing a dark t-shirt that stretched over his chest and a pair of blue jeans that fit him just right, well, if you were looking at that. You were, but it was easier to pretend that you weren't. It was easier to pretend that he wasn't the most attractive man you'd ever seen in your life.

Damn it, why does someone so attractive have to be such a dick?

 "A lady like you shouldn't be walking home alone this late." He frowns at you.

"Like me?" You arch an eyebrow.

"Good thing she ain't a lady." Butcher chuckles at his joke

You punch him hard on the arm, not enough to break it, but enough to make it hurt.

“Bloody hell woman.” Butcher rubs his sore bicep shooting you an angry look.

Not many people could look intimidating while wearing a Hawaiian shirt, but Butcher pulled it off. Not many people looked good in a Hawaiian shirt either, but Butcher pulled that off too.

"I'm serious." Soldier Boy's eyes narrow.

"Oh now you're so chivalrous?" You cock your hip to the side, planting your hands on your hips. "Didn't you try to kill me last month?"

"To be fair, you were trying to kill me-"

"Because you were trying to kill Annie. Where was the chivalry when you tried to tear me apart with your bare hands?"

"There are plenty of other things I'd like to do to you with my bare hands sweetheart." His grin turns wolfish. "I'd be happy to show you sometime, perhaps you'd like some company?"

"I'd rather spend an hour with that ancient spring than roll around with you." You tap your lip thoughtfully. “Then again I’m sure that cot is the same age as you and it can at least get it up.”

Annie muffles a snort behind her hand.

“Last time I checked everything was working, perhaps you’d like to see for yourself?” Soldier Boy smirks.

 "Can't you keep in your pants for once?" Butcher sighs, tilting the file downward to glare at Soldier Boy.

You can't help but smile at Butcher's response. Butcher might have tried to push you away, but even you could see his protective instincts. That became wildly apparent whenever you went out on a mission alone and although you would think that it was annoying for someone to think they needed to protect you, in Butcher's case you made an exception.

Soldier Boy rolls his eyes. "She shouldn't walk home alone."

You wave your hand over the wilting fern on the kitchen counter, eyes shifting to green for a moment as it perks up. It was the only plant in the house and although six people lived in this apartment, not one ever remembered to water it. "And you shouldn't butt into my business."

Soldier Boy opens his mouth to speak, but Annie interrupts his train of thought.

"Wait y/n. Coffee tomorrow?" Annie asks ignoring them. She's sitting up from the couch, her body turned towards you with both of her hands on the back cushions. 

She was one of your best friends, well, really one of your only friends. You'd grown up together and when Annie moved to New York you had decided to move and take some college classes in the city while you worked at a small garden shop after class part time.

The owner still couldn't figure out why nothing you cared for seemed to die.

You usually kept your status as a supe on the down low, and only used your powers when you really had to, which wasn't often before you joined Butcher's team. You'd only lasted two semesters before Annie came to ask you for help finding Soldier Boy and after that, Butcher asked you to join his team for shit pay. You accepted but you still worked at the garden shop part-time, also for terrible pay, but you loved it there.

Your powers made it easy to make sure nothing died and sometimes it felt like home being surrounded by plants. Caring for them was the one thing you seemed to be good at, and sometimes they felt like family.

You didn't have much family left, beside your grandmother and your older brother who still lived back in Des Moines, and sometimes it was lonely in the city. Annie was the only person who you'd been able to connect with since you moved, and now that you weren't going to classes the friends you made in college didn't really understand what you were doing with your life.

And telling them "oh I hunt down supes for a living and sometimes kill them" didn't really sound like something you could say in passing. It also did wonders for your dating life… NOT.

"Sorry babe, I'm at the shop tomorrow. But I'm off at 3 if you want to get coffee after?" You hold open the front door of the apartment, looking back at her expectantly.

You hated blowing Annie off, especially since the two of you hadn't been able to hang out outside of missions mostly because she was spending all her time with Hughie.

"Sounds great!" She beams.

And with that you disappear out down the hallway and into the night.

It's raining as you walk down the desolate streets. Cars splash water over the gum covered sidewalks that soaks through your tennis shoes and makes every step against the ground squish. But you ignore it.

You usually loved when it rained, loved to feel the cooling water pool against your skin, loved to hear the soft patter of it against the windows of your apartment, loved the earthy smell that came with the drops, but not tonight. You were still thinking about Soldier Boy.

You don't know why you let him get under your skin so much. You'd met men like him in the past and it was usually easy for you to brush them off, but not him.

I mean yes he is gorgeous, and maybe kind of charming when he's not trying to get into my pants, but I don't want just a one night fling. I want what Annie and Hughie have.

You think about your best friend and her loving boyfriend. You tried not to be jealous, but it was hard when the last time you had a lasting relationship was your first boyfriend back in high school who, when he found out you were a supe, was only interested if you had the power to shape shift into someone 'a little more busty.' The relationship ended with you locking him in a tree and the fire department having to come cut him out. He was fine, maybe a little more green than a normal person, but...

You'd heard that he got a job from the Green Giant Vegetable Company doing cameos as the Jolly Green Giant. So if anything, you helped him have a career?

Annie and Hughie were both head over heels in love with each other, knew everything about each other, didn't have any secrets, and it wasn't just sex, it was a close relationship with someone else who understood every part of you. You wanted that; and as much as you had avoided relationships in the past due to your supe status, you still hoped to find a supe that was kind and didn't think that they were a god for what they could do.

Why do so many have a god complex?

You think again about Soldier Boy. That wasn't the first time he had tried to coax you into bed and it wouldn't be the last, that was for sure. At first you had hoped that he would give up, it had been a month since you'd met, but he was still going strong, despite having a different woman in that apartment almost every night.

Maybe he's just really horny after being trapped in a lab all these years. Then again- You remember all the articles you read about him from the 80s, the ones that recorded his numerous escapades and think about his founding of Herogasm.

Maybe he's always like that, but he never comes on to Annie or Kimiko, only me. And I've threatened castration multiple times. You'd think he would care more about that than anything else.

You consider with a frown, clutching your jacket tighter around you. Rain trickled down from your hair and under the collar of your jacket to soak into your t-shirt. Your once light blue jeans were soaked to a dark navy with the amount of water that splashed up from the road and dripped down your back. For the first time in forever, you wished that it wasn't raining.

Probably should have just gotten a cab, but it's so expensive and-

"Hey baby." Someone calls from behind you.

Can't I just walk home without being hit on? One time?

"Not interested." You shout back, continuing to squish down the cracked sidewalks.

Three shadows peel off the wall of shops to your left blocking your path forward. Each is wearing a dark colored hoodie hiding their faces from view.

Is my luck really this bad? I never hear about Annie getting mugged or Hughie. And Hughie definitely looks wimpier than me.

"Don't be like that baby." The man behind you says.

You half turn your body so you can see all your supposed attackers at once. There are actually two men behind you, both wearing similar hoodies to the three now standing on your right.

Oh look they color coordinated their outfits… cute.

The man opens his mouth again.

"I'm gonna stop you right there." You hold up a finger. "I've been dealing with a horny 104 year old  geriatric man all day long. Please don't push me right now." It was an attempt to warn them, but you knew they probably wouldn’t listen to you.

No one ever does.

"Sounds like you need someone to relax with." The man smirks steeping forward to grab your arm. "I'd be happy to ease some of that tension baby."

"Look. I'm going to give you a chance to walk away. To avoid making one of the biggest mistakes of your life. Because honestly you all have the worst luck in the world." You jerk your arm away from him.

"I like em feisty.” He purrs stepping forward again while the others laugh. “Come on baby-“

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. You grab him around the throat, lifting him in the air like he weighs nothing, your eyes beginning to glow a brilliant green.

“I did try to warn you.”

"She's a supe!" He shouts struggling against your grip.

You throw him backwards into the other man standing to your right before facing the men on your left. Each one has pulled out a knife preparing to rush towards you.

"I get it. Y’all are out late, you bought matching outfits, but do we really have to-“

The first one rushes you, waving his knife through the air in a frantic dance. He doesn't get the chance to make contact with your arm. Vines erupt out of the pavement, breaking through the cracks in the concrete, binding themselves around the man who lets out a savage cry, quickly silenced while the vines continue to wrap around his body until there's nothing left but a mass of struggling green foliage on the pavement and some muffled screams.

He's lucky, could have had him dragged back under ground.

His friends stand there for a moment, eyeing one another as if they're not sure what just happened. You can practically see them trying to decide if you're still worth the trouble.

“Anyone else?”

The battle that follows is swift, the sound of cracking bones and the soft thud of punches landing echo over the soft patter of rain in the night as you dodge their blows and land your own against them. The vines continue to spread outward snatching up the men who fall to the ground in front of you, dragging each one up the street light above that sends yellowed light over the desolate streets. By now each bound body hangs from above like a sack of meat in a meat cooler, moving with the struggling men inside while the muffled cries shatter the still silence of the night.

Sometimes it's really too easy.

And as you begin to turn back someone grabs you by the hair, yanking you into their sweaty embrace. The leader's hot breath sticks to your cheeks, the cool metal of his switchblade pressing down so hard on your throat that you feel the pinprick of blood begin to form under the tip.

“What are you gonna do now bitch?” He snarls in your ear.

"Give you one more chance to surrender." You spit.

Like I'm going to give him the satisfaction of me begging for my life.

"I'm gonna enjoy this-" The man begins to say, pressing the knife deeper into your throat, but the rest of his sentence is cut off with a strangled cry as he's pulled away from you.

 What the hell just-

You turn around, freezing in shock.

Soldier Boy is crouching there in his t-shirt, jacket, and jeans over the man who just had a knife to your throat. His fist rising and falling as he punches the man in the face.

"Don’t you ever touch her." Soldier Boy snarls. His fist is already covered in blood, the man’s face a mass of bloodied tissue and bone.

"Stop you're going to kill him-" You run forward to stop Soldier Boy, but he doesn't stop even when you try to grab on to his hand.

"I said STOP." You shout louder, this time manipulating a vine to wrap around Soldier Boy's arm and restrain it.

Fuck he might already be dead.

"Let me go." Soldier Boy's eyes narrow. The usual green was replaced by a darkened pit with his rage. You'd only ever seen him this mad a handful of times, one of which was when the supe tried to zap you like a fly in one of those insect traps two days ago.

Why is he angry?

"I'm not going to let you go, until you promise not to kill him."

"I should." He snarls back at you.

"What are you talking about?"

He stands from the body, eyeing the last attacker who runs full speed down the sidewalk and vanishes into the darkness.   "I should kill him for trying to hurt you." Soldier Boy says simply.

You wave your hand allowing the vine to let go of his arm. "Where do you come off so high and mighty? You literally tried to kill me last month."

"That was before I-" He shakes his head angrily, eyes still blazing.

"Look I don't need you to protect me. Given what I've had to deal with all day I was looking forward to kicking some ass."

"You did." He smirks nodding his head in the direction of the men hanging from the streetlamp above you. “I just thought that you were outnumbered.”

"Why are you here?" You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I wanted to go for a stroll." Soldier Boy shrugs. He flexes his hand, before wiping the blood on the front of the sweatshirt of the man on the ground.

"Uh-huh. Well I don't need you to protect me." You say again, crossing your arms over your chest. "I had this handled."

"You sure doll?"

"Look I get it- you think that you're some knight in shining armor because you have this macho complex. But I'm fine on my own." You begin to step around the bodies of the men on the ground moving in the direction of your apartment, but Soldier Boy follows you.

"Where do you think you're going?" You turn to look at where he falls into step beside you.

"You shouldn't be walking home alone."

"Well you're sure as hell not going home with me."

His lip turns up in a smirk, towering over you. Soldier Boy is easily a foot taller than you, so broad that it's impossible to look past his imposing figure. It would be attractive if he wasn't so damn annoying. "Come on sweetheart, I know you want me to go home with you." He purrs with a smile. "I think you'd really enjoy it if I did. And I'll even let you tie me up with those pretty vines of yours." Ben leans in towards your face and you take a step back.

"Hard pass. So what? Is this your big move? Acting all chivalrous just to get a woman into bed with you?"

"That depends, is it working?"

"No. Now go back to the apartment, before I send you there in pieces." You turn back to squish down the sidewalk at a faster pace, hoping he will get a hint and leave you alone. But you knew he wouldn’t stop. He practically thrived on teasing you, had been the bane of your existence since you met him. And nothing seemed to dissuade him.

"What is your problem with me?" He jogs to catch up. "And don't say that it's because I tried to kill you, that was last month-"

"I think that's applicable to this week and the week after that and the week after that." You count out with every finger to further emphasize your point, but you know that Soldier Boy won't give up that easy.

"Are you always this fucking angry?" He almost laughs.

"I don’t know. Are you always this fucking annoying?" You turn to face him narrowing your eyes.

Soldier Boy chuckles at your look, running a hand through his hair that has darkened in the spray of water, his green eyes watching you curiously. They were shinning now, not the blacked pits of hate they were when he was beating the guy two minutes ago. For a second, just for a second, you see how handsome he is all over again.

"Come on, give me a real answer and I'll leave you alone." He's smiling at you now, giving you one of those boyish grins that, if it were anyone else, would make your heart stop.

He just wants sex. He doesn't care about you. He won't ever care about you. Breathe.

"Fine." You sigh. "You might say you're a supe, but you're not a hero. People like you and Homelander, you don't care about anyone but yourself. You use your powers for you and on your own terms. You were going to kill that guy-" You gesture back towards where the body is still on the ground, the man's heart beat is dangerously low.

"He was threatening you. A thank you might be nice." Soldier Boy's cheeks flush as he glares down at you with darkened eyes, his anger surging back in his chest.

"Yes he was threatening me, but I'm okay and you could have just taken him to jail. You didn't have to beat his face in."

"So you're saying if he had been attacking someone else you wouldn't have done the same?"

"I would have subdued him and then waited for the police to get there. The men hanging from the streetlight aren't dead. We aren't the law-"

"Right so those guys can get off with a warning and then go on and do the same thing over and over again." He scoffs rolling his eyes at you.

"It doesn't give you the right to kill them."

"I suppose you don't believe in the death penalty either."

"I believe in the death penalty Gramps. I just don't believe it is our job to carry it out." Your temper was flaring against your skin distracting you from the chill of the rain as it soaked into your clothes.

"Do you have any idea how many women would love to be saved by me?" Soldier Boy asks. He shakes his head as if he can't understand you.

You didn't blame him, most people didn't, that was why you spent most of your time alone.

"I'm not one of them. So leave me alone." You turn to go.

Honestly, why is this the kind of guy I attract? You roll your eyes to yourself. Oh you mean, tall, dark, handsome, gorgeous- The other little voice in your head whispers in your ear. NO. You tell yourself. Please I just want one guy who's not a total dick. Why is that so hard?

"I still don't think it's a good answer." He huffs.

"Of course you don't." You roll your eyes and begin to walk again. The streetlamps above send an eerie yellow glow over the parked cars along the road and over the crackled pavement. If Soldier Boy wasn't here bothering you, you might have stopped to admire the water as it splashed underneath the suspension bridge beyond the crowded buildings, but you wanted to get home. Without him if possible.

You glance over at Soldier Boy again. He looks normal right now, always does when he's not wearing his suit. And when he shut up you could see why people were so in love with him. It was when he opened his mouth that it reminded you exactly why you didn't like him.

You stop in front of your apartment building and force yourself to smile. "Thank you for walking me home." You say through tight lips, hoping that the false sincerity will make him leave.

He gazes up at your building with a frown. "This is a pretty shitty apartment building."

"Thank you. Not all of us inherited millions of dollars from our parents."

He pauses for a moment continuing to look up at the building, before he sighs loudly. "Look, I-." He sighs again. "I can't take listening to Annie and Hughie fucking. They go at it every night and she always makes the power go off."

You knew that already. It was another reason why you didn't like staying at the apartment, because listening to your best friend get railed by her boyfriend was not your idea of a good time.

You look up at Ben, and for a second you see a glimmer of the truth, just a flash of something that wasn't like the misogynistic attitude he usually had and it made you pause. He almost looked, sad and it made you feel bad for him. Of course you felt bad for him before, when you found out his entire team just gave him away to be experimented on and when probably the woman that he'd come the closest to loving really didn't care about him at all.

It must be incredibly lonely to come back to a world where almost everyone you know is dead. Guilt builds in your chest at the thought. I had lost my fair share of people, but not everyone in my life and I certainly didn’t learn about it on the same day.

"You know I think that's the first honest thing you've ever said to me." You say quietly shifting from foot to foot.

He half-smiles. "Maybe."

You chew on the inside of your cheek considering. You weren't afraid of him. You knew that with your powers you could take him. You were stronger than most and harder to kill. And despite the bad things you thought about him and knew about him, you kinda thought he was relatively harmless, well, you didn't think he was a rapist.

"Fine. But you're staying on the couch. And if I wake up and you're anywhere near my bedroom, I'll castrate you." You warn as walk up to the front doors and type in the code to unlock them, with Soldier Boy following behind you.

When you make it to the third floor, you raise one hand to stop him from going any further. It falls against his muscular chest and you fail trying not to admire how it feels beneath your hand.

Why am I so thirsty?

"If you wanted to grab my chest doll, all you had to do was ask-" Soldier Boy begins to say, but you raise the hand to cover his mouth.

"Shh." You hiss. "We have to be quiet or Mike will come out-"

"Who?" He asks, muffled against your hand.

You hear a door down the hallway creak open, spilling yellowed light onto the dark blue carpet of the hallway. "Shit. Too late."

Mike steps out of his apartment with a wide smile as soon as he sees you. "HEY y/n!" He crows, waving his free hand enthusiastically. "I didn't know you were getting in so late, but I wanted to give you this." Mike holds out a giant casserole dish filled with something that you can't identify. It's multi colored with multiple layers, one of which looks suspiciously like rice and the next layer looks like cake.

There's no way I'm eating that. Maybe if I force feed it to Soldier Boy he'll leave me alone.

Mike was your neighbor, your neighbor who had lived next door to you for the past 2 years and was shamelessly in love with you. And as sweet as he was, there were a few things that you couldn't get past, most namely that he lived with his mother and that he had a mullet.

One time you'd had a nightmare about it ripping itself from his head, breaking in to your apartment, and smothering you in your sleep.

Not fun.

"Hey Mike." You smile tightly at him, dropping your hand from Soldier Boy's mouth. "Yeah I'm sorry I was out with some friends."

"You should have asked me to come! I love your friends." Mike smiles so wide you're afraid that it's going to break his face. “Especially Butcher. He’s so funny. Always joking-"

Poor Mike.

Every time that Butcher had come over to talk shop, he would mock Mike endlessly. And Mike was just too sweet to realize it. Hughie was the only one who actively tried to be nice to Mike, but even he found it difficult. Annie was the worst though, she'd tease you constantly about what your children would look like and had taken to photoshopping mullets onto pictures of babies and sending them to you at inopportune times.

"Maybe next time." You cough out an awkward laugh while Soldier Boy snorts behind you.

You continue down the hallway towards your apartment, the door next to his, and hope that he'll go back into his home, but no such luck.

���My mom made this for you!” He holds the dish out towards you.

“Oh um that’s so nice of her. But I can’t except that-“

Mike's mother comes to stand in the doorway of their shared apartment. She was wearing a bright purple Mumu, her makeup caked thickly on her face and her eyes accentuated with bright blue eye shadow. “Sure you can sweetie. You’re Mike’s special friend.” She winks before trailing her eyes up and down your body. “And you’ve got such a cute little figure.” His mother does a little shimmy as if trying to get you to do the same.

Kill me now.

“That’s what I keep telling her.” Soldier Boy purrs behind you.

“Don’t make me kill you.” You mutter back, knowing full well he can hear you with his super-hearing.

Oddly enough Mike does look suspiciously like his mother, they are both the same height, exactly three inches under you, and have the same mullet, but hers is a shocking blue-gray and his is jet black.

He blushes at her words. “Aww mom.”

Soldier Boy muffles a laugh before disguising it into a cough. You elbow him hard in the stomach.

“Well thank you.” You take the casserole dish with one hand, hoping that you can open the door and usher Soldier Boy in before he makes a comment. "I've had a long day and it's really late-"

“I helped her make this one.” Mike interrupts scooting closer to you, so close that you get a lungful of his terrible cologne, the one that the super sells for four dollars and smells like baby powder and Cheez-its.

“A man who can do it all.” Soldier Boy whispers to you.

Mike looks above your head as if noticing Soldier Boy for the first time. “Who’s that? I thought I knew all your friends.”

“He’s certainly very handsome-“ Mike's mother blushes from the doorway.

“Your brother?” Mike offers.

You can see his expression turn hopeful.

Probably thinking about how he can become friends with "said brother" and that will escalate our "relationship." 

“I’m Ben.” Soldier Boy says, stepping around you to shake Mike’s hand. “I’m y/n's boyfriend.”

Your cheeks bloom a bright pink, unable to respond to the ridiculous statement that he just made.

Murder. That's what sounds good right now.

“Oh.” Mike’s face falls. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” His eyes flick back to you, disappointment swimming in the irises.

You watch Mike’s hope begin to circle the drain.

“Well actually-“ You begin, but Soldier Boy interrupts you.

“Sorry I’ve been out of town for a while. We've been trying to do this long distance thing- you know how it is, late night phone calls-“ Ben trails off with a wolfish grin before dropping an arm around your shoulders. “But I just couldn’t take the long distance. Missed her too much. Phone call isn’t the same as sleeping in the same bed. Definitely not as satisfying. Not to mention there’s only so much my hand can do.”

Your cheeks bloom an even brighter red at his insinuation.  That’s when Soldier Boy does something even more unforgivable, he pulls you tighter against him and kisses you right there in front of Mike and his mother. The kiss is searing, making everything in your mind go blissfully blank. It had been so long since someone kissed you, since someone had held you this close to them without trying to kill you. His tongue teases your bottom lip and before you can stop yourself you open your mouth wider to let him in sighing softly against his lips, while you grip the front of his jacket.

For a moment you can’t remember why you didn’t want him to kiss you, why you denied yourself of this for so long. And then Soldier Boy's hand slides from your back to grab a handful of your ass.

Right.

You slap him so hard across the face that you're sure it would have broken the cheekbone of anyone who wasn’t a supe.

But Soldier Boy only grins wider, squeezing your butt again. “She knows that I like it a little rough.” He turns his lazy gaze back to Mike.

You open your mouth to cuss him out.

“Well we should probably get going.” Soldier Boy breezes. “Probably going to be a long night. If you know what I mean. But we’ll try to keep it down. Then again my girl's a little loud.” He winks at your poor neighbor who looks like he might cry, while his mother stands behind him fanning herself like Soldier Boy is everything she wants in a man.

He's ten for ten with the older ladies I'll say that.

“Oh right. Well I guess I’ll see you around y/n.” Mike turns to go.

“Mike wait-“ You try to say but he’s already vanishing through the door.

“Nice to meet you Mark.” Soldier Boy calls at his retreating figure, getting his name wrong on purpose.

You don’t even use your key to open the door you're so mad, the plants inside let you in. As soon as it opens, you haul Soldier Boy by the front of his jacket through the doorway and pin him to the wall just inside.

The casserole dish lands on your counter and by some miracle doesn’t break.

“What the hell is your problem?” Your hand is fisted in the front of his shirt, eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment.

He only grins. “You didn’t want me to play along? Sounded like that guy had been trying to get into your pants for a while. Unless he already has been or you want him to?"

You flush a deeper shade of crimson. "That is absolutely none of your business!"

“Well if we’re going to be living together doll, I’m pretty sure it is my business.”

“WE AREN'T LIVING TOGETHER I'M JUST LETTING YOU CRASH ON THE COUCH TONIGHT AND THEN YOU'RE GONE.” You shout.

“I think you’re gonna get pretty attached to me sleeping here. Maybe even  you let me sleep in your bed and even fu-“

You knock him back against the wall again. “If you finish that sentence I’m going to throw you out the window.”

“If you keep knocking me around, Mike's going to think you’re into some pretty kinky stuff.” Soldier Boy smirks down at you. “It’s actually turning me on a bit. Is it turning you on?”

“I don’t have to let you stay here.” You growl, releasing him.

“I think it’s because you like me.” He teases.

“I don’t.” You frown grows. “Okay couch is there goodnight.”

You point in the direction of the worn leather couch. You'd hauled it up three flights of stairs with Annie when you first moved in after you found a guy online selling it for nothing. And when you showed up to get it, he presumed to say it would be free if you let him take a picture of your feet. And after, when he had a black eye and a fun story to tell his wife, he gave you the couch for nothing as promised.

“No kiss goodnight?” Soldier Boy pouts his lips innocently.

“You already had one of those.” You snap thinking about slapping him again and trying hard not to think about how much you wanted to kiss him again.

Get a grip.

“Right. You liked it.”

“No I didn’t. And the next time you shove your tongue into my mouth I’ll bite it off.”

“You’re really violent for such a little thing.” Soldier Boy eyes you up and down as if sizing you up.

“And you’re really dick-like for someone who’s supposed to have the wisdom of the ages.” You turn towards the hallway intent on going to bed to avoid any more conversation with him.

"Whoa." You hear Soldier Boy say as he looks into your living room.

It was the reaction that everyone had when they entered your apartment. You had a small one bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that you believed might be older than Soldier Boy. The kitchen and living room was mostly one room, the kitchen to the left with outdated appliances and a small circular wooden table with three chairs that served as your kitchen table and desk, and was separated by the large leather aforementioned couch that faced the wall that held two large windows. Beyond the front door was a small hallway that held the only bathroom in the apartment and your bedroom.

But that's not what was surprising.

Every open space in your apartment was covered in plants. There wasn't a single piece of unused space in your apartment. There were large standing monstera and fiddle leaf figs shoved into every corner and pots of dark green pothos bolted into the walls trailing vines to the ground so that every wall looked alive. Jasmine crept along the wall behind the tv that sat on an antique credenza between the two windows, sending the bright scent into the living room.

There was a large rectangular box bolted in the space above your sink where herbs and tomatoes hung down, probably a fire hazard, but you didn't care. The vibrant smell of mint, the spicy smell of rosemary, and soft tones of oregano and basil fused the air in your apartment with a life force that was impossible to ignore.

A large apple tree grew in a pot as big around as you next to the couch, with brilliant red apples hanging from it's branches, while a lemon tree and a tangerine tree intertwined their branches just behind the kitchen table.  The refrigerator, once white, was covered in the tangled vines of blackberry and raspberry, hanging with full fruit, while a potted strawberry plant sits prettily on top of the kitchen table, the bright red fruit enticing.

It was a lot. You knew it was a lot, but helping plants grow was the only thing you were good at, the only thing that felt right. One day you hoped that you could move somewhere and open a farmers market, but today you were stuck here, with Soldier Boy, who probably thought that you were crazy.

"I mean. I knew you had plant powers but this is-" He begins to say.

"A lot. I know." You roll your eyes. "The bathroom is down the hall." You gesture with your free hand towards the darkened hallway. "I guess I'll get you a pillow."

Ben is still looking around the room dumbfounded, as if he's never seen anything like this in his life, and he probably hasn't.

He's been in a Russian Lab for the past forty years, I mean he's probably not used to seeing anything this green.

You find the extra pillow in the linen closet along with one of the crocheted granny square blankets you made last year when Annie and you had a Jaws movie marathon, and a towel, before you move back into the living room.

Ben is still standing awkwardly by the couch as if he's not sure what to do, and it's the first time you've seen him look lost.

"Here." You throw him the pillow and the towel before you drape the blanket over the back of the couch. "One night."

"Why are you working for Butcher?"

"What?" The question catches you off guard. You were expecting him to make another pass at you, maybe check you out again. He was looking at you, but it was different, his gaze was softer, curious.

"You don't seem like you-" He gestures around the room. "Like you fit."

You blink for a second. "Um."

"I mean Annie used to be one of the Seven, Hughie does whatever the fuck Butcher tells him, but you you're different." His brow furrows together as if he can't figure you out.

"I really don't want to do this with you."

"This?" He looks confused again.

"Opening up with one another. You're here for one night. That's it." You force yourself to say, but the reality was you were still surprised, surprised that he actually seemed to care.

Stop. He's changing tactics because nothing else worked. He's pretending to care about you because he still wants to sleep with you.

"Please."

You can't answer for a second. It was the first time that he'd said that word in front of you before, or acted this way. It was also the first time that it had just been the two of you, before Butcher had been there or Frenchie or Annie and Hughie, but this was the first time that the two of you had been left alone.

Maybe that's why?

You hesitate before you answer, he was the last person you really wanted to open up to.

"I don't know, it's not all that bad." You shrug. "Before I didn't really use my powers all that much except like this." You gesture around the room for emphasis. "And when I went to college everyone was so serious about their futures and I didn't really like any of the classes. The only thing I enjoyed was using my powers at Please Don’t Die, the plant store I work at. And then Annie asked me to come help her out-" You bite your cheek. "She's my best friend and maybe I wanted to spend more time with her."

"But is it what you really want?" He cocks his head to the side, holding the pillow in one hand and the towel in the other.

You'd never seen him look so calm before, relaxed, like being here with you was washing away any anger or frustration he still had about the past. It was confusing, and at the same time you could feel your heart beginning to betray you. It was hard not to fall for him when he looked so good, eyes soft, dark hair falling into his eyes, clothes still dripping rain on your hardwood floors.

No. I will not fall in love with him, I will not fall in love with-

"Goodnight Soldier Boy. I'll see you in the morning." You turn to go, ignoring his final question.

"You can call me Ben." He almost whispers it, the sound of his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

"What?" You look back at him.

"You never call me Ben. But you can, if you want." He shrugs his shoulders, before he shakes his head as if he's annoyed with himself for suggesting it. "Never mind, just fucking forget about it-"

"Goodnight Ben." You feel the end of your mouth twitch up into a smile and with that you disappear into your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

And deep down you know that it's not to keep him out, but to keep you in.

As always, thank you so much for reading!

If you liked this story be sure to read my follow up fic that takes place in the future:

Open Mic Night!

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love!

A/N: I know it's crazy to start another series right now, but I'm kinda feeling this reader and Ben together? What do y'all think about it?

A/N: Update I've made a huge mistake and started another series.

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[k0juki]

Hiii!!

Could you please do a one-shot with jealous! Kimi? Maybe during an interview, he's already had enough and wants to leave, but after seeing a journalist or somebody else trying to flirt with his gf (they both agreed to keep their relationship private), he loses it and once he goes up to her after telling that guy to get lost, he physically relaxes and basically melts to her touch...forgetting that they were surrounded by cameras that had just recorded every second of the exchange.

I'd like to imagine how the other drivers and the fans in general would react to that :))

Thanxx <3

Yur!!!🧊 Sorry it took me too so long...school is pain.

His girl

Kimi Räikkönen x fem!reader

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

More stuff here!

Words: 573

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It wasn't strange to see Kimi annoyed. Most people that worked with him knew how he could get and this was no different. But what annoys him the most are only two things. 

Firstly, not winning the race and media being dick about it and secondly, when anyone flirts with his girl. Of course nobody knows that you are together, but still, it makes his Finnish blood boil.

And let's just say that today wasn't his best day at all. Not only he fucked up the rece, but as the interview progressed, Kimi patience wore thinner with each passing question. He'd had enough of the same inquiries, the same stupid questions and the same attempts to extract emotions from him that he preferred to keep hidden. Yet, he maintained his ice cool demeanor, answering tersely but efficiently. 

However, his face cracked when he caught a glimpse of someone leaning a bit too close to his girlfriend, Y/n, who was standing just a few feet away, watching the interview with a supportive smile that he loves. She is his safe place. When something happens, he knows that he can go to her. To make him feel loved. 

And when he heard the journalist's flirtatious tone and lingering gaze he held on her, made Kimi's blood boil beneath his calm exterior. In a rare moment of unfiltered emotion, Kimi abruptly ended the interview, muttering something about needing a break and with determined strides, he made his way over to Y/n, who looked surprised at his sudden approach. 

"Hey, is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice, but Kimi ignored her question and pulled her into his arms possessively, caging her in and casting a sharp glare at the journalist who had dared to encroach on his territory. His girl.

"Get lost" he growled, the words were laced with a dangerous edge and it almost sounded like a threat. Once the unwanted intruder had retreated, Kimi felt a wave of relief wash over him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed as he buried his face in Y/n's hair, inhaling her familiar scent that he loves so much. 

The anger started to melt away and was replaced by a sense of calm and contentment that only she could bring him. Unbeknownst to Kimi, their intimate moment had been captured by the surrounding cameras, broadcasting his uncharacteristic display of jealousy to the world. 

Among the other drivers, reactions varied. Some were surprised, having never seen this side of Kimi before, while others like Sebastian just gave a knowing look, he understood the depth of Kimi's feelings for Y/n. As for the fans, social media and everyone else erupted with speculation and commentary. 

"I think everyone knows that we are together now." You murmured against him. His strong arms still wrapped around you.

"Yeah, but at least they won't be flirting with you before my eyes."

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In the days that followed, Kimi and Y/n found themselves surrounded by an outpouring of support and affection from fans, friends, and fellow drivers. Despite initially feeling exposed by the public display of their relationship, they soon realized that it had only brought them closer together. 

As they retreated to the quiet sanctuary of their home, Kimi and Y/n reveled in the simple joys of each other's company. They shared laughter, tender moments and whispered words of love that were meant for each other's ears alone. 

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[shiiro-arts]

Question: How can we say Natsu treats Lucy differently compared to the rest of his nakama? We have seen him being angry emotional during Erza "funeral" (in the first season) and his reaction when topic of Lisanna's death comes up. He even blushed when Lisanna used to talk about marriage and all (just before she passed away when Happy and Natsu have another fight). He never really expressed any physical interest in Lucy EVER and is mostly lukewarm in his reactions unless she is in danger or hurt. He didn't even hesitate when he was asked to kiss Lucy.

So how can we say that Lucy is different from all these people? I hope you understood my question.

(PS I am a huge NaLu shipper but I hate how they handle serious moments)

Well, I think that we have to clear something up, and its that Lucy and Natsu are more than Lucy and Natsu.

Natsu's world doesn't revolve around Lucy, and Lucy's world doesn't revolve around Natsu. They are their own persons with their own dreams and goals (and this is completely fine)

Natsu is a very passionate person, who loves his friends and family, he has known Erza and Lisanna since they were children, it is obvious that he will be emotional about their "deaths". Just like he was with future Lucy's.

Why do I think Natsu treats Lucy differently? Well, because he does. Literally. Not only does Natsu avoid any kind of (serious) fight with Lucy, but he is emotionally vulnerable with her, he becomes soft. I'm going to focus on Erza and Lucy because we don't have enough interactions with Lisanna.

Natsu is an extremely violent person, even when Erza was distressed his solution was punching her (even if it was for her own good or not),

Now, we have never seen Natsu use violence to console Lucy (or in general), they are always soft, comforting moments

He just can't hurt her, at least not willingly, it's beyond him.

Just like when he had to fight snake lucy and completely stopped thinking she was back

I want to pinpoint his reactions to different deaths, because even those are different

When Lissana, erza or even Igneel died, Natsu felt helpless and sad

Lucy? He wanted to burn the world down, kill his best friend out of grieve and then kill himself in the process just because he thought he had lost her forever. (I talk about this here)

-.-.-.-

About the physical interest, I kind of disagree, It is true that he doesn't show as much physical desire like other men in FT but he does in his own way. We have seen natsu fantasize over Lucy

be jealous of other men for her attention

and become possessive of her

He is not responsive because almost every time they have a physical moment he sees it coming, is mentally prepared for it or he initiates them.

NOW, what happens when Lucy initiates or he doesn't see it coming?

My man becomes a blushing mess (this is mainly shown in official art tho)

but he never shows jealousy or possessiveness towards erza, because Erza is not Lucy

[zukosdualdao]

just… the absolute trust between zutara in the finale is unreal. after zuko’s impromptu training attack session, yes, katara is surprised and even somewhat angry as she confronts him, but when she says “you could have hurt aang!” all it reminds me of is the fact that just a few episodes ago, she literally threatened to kill him if he ever gave her a reason to think he might so something to hurt aang. but here, now, even as she’s confronting him, she just… waits for him to explain, and she actually sees and agrees with his point once zuko tells the gaang about ozai’s plan.

there is also the absolutely, 100% synchronized way they fight during the simulated training session, something that calls back to their synchronization and teamwork in the southern raiders, and that inherently shows a lot of trust and understanding between them.

katara is the one who initially asks zuko what they should do after aang disappears. everyone else agrees, but it's katara who trusts him enough to position him, not just to herself but to everyone else, as someone they should listen to because of his history, skill, and experience, especially noteworthy because the reason she gives—“you are sort of the expert at tracking the avatar”—is what used to make him untrustworthy in their eyes. they’ve come such a long way.

then katara notices zuko freeze and sit in front of iroh’s tent, and when she asks if he’s okay, he just… completely trusts her with exactly what he’s feeling, and if he’s even a little worried that what he’s saying might cause her to act derisively, because what he’s referencing here is also what katara was angry and hurt about, he doesn’t show it. he just so completely trusts her with it, and her insistence that iroh will forgive him is born from her own trust of zuko, and she's able to tell him what he needs to hear because she was once in iroh's position and zuko proved his genuine remorse and care to her.

then, of course, we've got zuko not missing a beat as he asks katara to be the one to come with him to confront azula, and her ready acceptance. they make a good team, and they know it.

but when they get there and azula challenges zuko to an agni kai - though she initially has misgivings, katara ultimately trusts zuko when he says he can handle it and understands that he doesn't want her to get hurt if she doesn't have to. (an aspect of zuko's "i can't explain it, but she's slipping" line that i think gets underexamined, btw, is that that's not an inherently good thing for them. yes, maybe that means zuko will be able to take her, particularly because he knows azula and her fighting style well. but someone who is "slipping" is also, in this case, desperate, and more prone to being reckless with people's lives. zuko tries to mitigate that by fighting her alone, but it doesn't work because azula can't follow the terms she sets when she realizes she's losing.)

the lightning scene is a really interesting example of trust as it relates to zuko and katara, because to me, the emphasis there isn't quite so much on zuko and katara trusting each other. there's barely time for katara to think through what will happen to as azula aims for her or wonder what zuko will do, after all, and zuko is probably in too much pain and too out of it to think about katara coming to try to heal him. (though if they did have the time and mental faculties to think it through, i think they would both 120 percent trust the other to help them.)

instead, the emphasis is on the audience trusting the characters. from the moment zuko sees where azula's aiming, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't even think about, just. immediately jumps in front of the lightning before it can reach katara. i've said this before, but as soon as he understood what was happening, there was just no chance of that lightning ever getting to katara and that's the point. we've seen what zuko looks like when he's hesitating or conflicted, and the difference is stark. the show never wants you to question exactly what zuko will do, that he refuses to let katara get heart, that he'll save her.

and for her part, katara immediately runs to try and save zuko despite azula still being around and attacking, and tries again before realizing she needs to defeat azula in order to do so. but the entire scene of katara's defeating her, while obviously heroic and emblematic of katara's power and the culmination of her arc as a girl whose culture and identity was nearly stripped away from her to being a master waterbender, is also framed as katara defeating azula so she can get to zuko. she would have done it anyways, yes, but in this context, right now, she is fighting azula so she can get to zuko to heal him.

here, in the narrative culmination of their arcs together, it shows not just that they trust each other, but asks the audience to not doubt the development of the dynamic that’s been built, to trust that they will take care of each other. and they do.

[delfiore]

—MONTAUK.

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

synopsis: you remember how it used to be whilst dealing with how it is now.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: alexia baby come home the kids miss you 🥲 this was the clairo - bags fic i promised months ago but now the premise feels completely different and i've changed the title also lol. a lot happens to one's state of mind in 3 months.

After.

Under normal circumstances—as much as normal was nowadays—the silence in the apartment would feel like a blanket of comfort. It meant you were having a rest from your hectic days training and playing matches, it meant you could finally relax with the love of your life; it meant peace.

Now, the silence was deadly. It was sucking up the life in every room in this apartment, and it was draining the life out of you too.

The door clicked, and you shifted in your spot on the couch, quickly shutting off your phone on which you had bullet points typed out in the Notes app—bullet points of things you wanted—needed—to say, to lessen this inevitable pain. You cracked a smile when you heard tiny feet pattering on the floor, just as the little Pomeranian came to greet you with loving licks.

Nala was oblivious to the cracks that had been forming in her home, that have been left unamended for too long with the thinking that they would go away with time. You dreaded thinking of the day when the little pup came home from a walk and you weren’t there anymore. Would she miss you? How long until she starts to forget you?

“I got us dinner.”

“Cool,” you said, breathing in deeply. “You wanna eat now, or . . . ?”

“Sure.”

You helped her unpack the food without another word, the only sound heard was the clanking of plates as you pulled them out of the cupboard and set them on the kitchen island.

Alexia didn’t say anything either, just gingerly put the food on the plates. You felt her stiffen slightly as you walked towards her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

She offered you a small smile—a forced smile—and brought the food to the table.

You cursed yourself and wished you hadn’t done it.

Before.

“And that concludes the tour of our facilities. Any questions?”

“No, I’m good.” You were way too excited to think about anything else other than the Barcelona crest on your chest.

“Great. Then, how about we go meet your future teammates? Some of them should be in the weight room.”

Patri greeted you initially, first in Spanish, then in English once she realized you weren’t catching on. Jana and Salma followed suit with friendly handshakes and quick hugs. It left the captain to be the last. And there she was; la Reina herself.

You were surprised to find that she was rubbing her hands together, waiting for her turn, almost like she was nervous. As you came to know her, you understood that she was in fact nervous when meeting new people, a polar opposite to the confident leader she was on the pitch.

But you saw the way her hazel eyes fixed on you, and as you approached her, a lingering smile played on her lips. Your heart suddenly leaped in your chest, and your cheeks felt embarrassingly warm, which you hoped she didn’t see.

You had admired her from afar, looking up to her as a role model in the game, but now that you were seeing her up close, something stirred inside you. There was something so endearing about Alexia’s shyness where you had expected assertiveness. It made her feel more down-to-earth, more like your teammate rather than a mythical figure up on a pedestal. One look at her and you understood why people had talked so highly of her—how could they not?

Extending a hand towards her, you had made your greeting, but she pulled you in for a firm and generous hug.

And that’s how they started—the butterflies, the attraction, the yearning—and they never went away.

After.

You decided that you were going to do it after dinner. Doing it during dinner is just tacky and downright disrespectful. You’d hate to be crying into your takeout after telling your girlfriend you wanted to break up.

When you snapped out of your train of thought, you realized that it was way too quiet. Alexia was eating on the other side of the table, scrolling through her phone as she did.

“Did you see Claudia’s banger of a free kick today?” You asked, smiling slightly.

Alexia looked up briefly from her phone. “Si. Really good.”

A curt answer. You nodded, and silence ensued again.

You didn’t talk to Alexia much these days. You used to be able to talk to her about anything, even in the beginning when the both of you were still testing the waters to see where you stood. When did it become like this?

Before.

Practice was going swimmingly. You found yourself catching on quickly with the rest of your teammates. Alexia has made it her mission as captain to make you feel welcome. “Anything you need, ask me,” she would say in English. You wanted to, but every time you thought about talking to her, your hands would sweat and you needed to practice what you were going to say to her. You weren’t scared that she wasn’t going to understand you, but because you knew you’d make a fool out of yourself tripping over your words.

“Hey, Alexia,” you said after practice, “I don’t know the city that well, and—well—since you do, would you be willing to show me around?”

“Si, claro.” She answered and looked around the field. “Maybe I can ask some of the girls to come with? They might know things to do that I don’t.”

Later she would explain to you that she panicked and that she knew she would be weird about it, thinking it was a date when it really was just a little outing between teammates. You wished she had treated it like a date, though, and was slightly disappointed when she mentioned bringing your teammates. Still, you had a great time watching Mapi banter with Lucy and Mariona while Alexia played the role of the disappointing mom trying to restrain her children.

You were grinning thinking back on the day when you came home. Her bashful smile after she offered to drive you home was so unlike anything you had pictured in your head before coming to Barcelona. You loved her calm nature, something that made her such a reliable captain, but also an endearing human being.

After.

You stayed seated by the dinner table and you watched her load the dishes in the washer. The scene was void of music that she would sway her hips to or a hearty conversation about a random fact she learned from one of your teammates. Now it was just robotic, lifeless movements, and your heart squeezed at the thought of what it used to be.

The end is near.

Somewhere, somehow, you gathered the courage to speak up. “Wanna watch a movie?”

And to your surprise, she turned around and said, “Sure.”

For a second, you let yourself hope that there was still something salvageable from this ruin. Then you realized that you had been here many times before, and everything accumulated and led you here to this moment.

Before.

“Really?! You’ve never seen Mean Girls?”

Alexia shook her head and chuckled. “I didn’t watch a lot of movies, Y/N. Growing up, all I had time for was football.”

“Yeah, but . . . I mean, it’s Mean Girls. That’s just a crime,” you clicked your tongue. “We’ll have to catch you up on all the classics.”

The discussion had been prompted by the imminent movie night at one of your teammates’ places. The movie of choice was Mamma Mia!, and you had been most excited to rewatch it. You and Alexia arrived together after an outing in town, and since you did so late, you both were in charge of stocking up the snacks.

“And by that, I hope you mean . . . you and me,” Alexia stuttered, leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for you to fill your bowl with popcorn.

Your lips curved up. “Yes, I mean me and you. Just me and you.”

Your captain grinned too, like a devious little kid. “Good. Just making sure.”

“¿Qué diablos está tardando tanto? (What the hell is taking so long?)” Patri called from the living room. “¡Más te vale no estar besándote en mi cocina! (You better not be making out in my kitchen!)”

You let out a surprised laugh, as Alexia cursed under her breath, wishing silently that the girls in the living room would just shut up and stop snickering. Once the bowls in your hands were filled to the brim, you turned to her with a knowing look.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know.”

“Mind what?”

“If we were making out,” you said before leaving Alexia in the kitchen to soak in your words.

She found a seat next to you after taking a minute to calm her racing heart so that you wouldn’t notice how crazy you drove her. She felt like a teenage girl having a silly crush, but there was nothing silly about the way you looked at her. And when you put your head on her shoulder midway through the movie, she knew she was gone. Patri saw it too across the couch apparently, and her knowing grin made Alexia want to bury herself inside a hole. While she wasn’t particularly into romcoms, she was already looking forward to watching Mean Girls with you, her fleeting heart hammering in its cage at the thought of getting you alone again.

After.

The silence was deafening. You didn’t dare to look over to Alexia to gauge her reaction. The screen continued to play the movie, blissfully unaware of an earthquake that had suddenly roared to life in the space on the couch between you and Alexia.

You swallowed. She hasn’t spoken for hours.

Then, she turned to you and said, “Okay.”

Okay.

You drew a sharp breath and nodded with finality. “Okay.”

The movie was still playing, though. It was one of your favorites, but it made you cry every time you watched it because you were so touched by the story and its main characters. It was about a man—grief-stricken with the loss of his relationship—who decides to get his memories of his girlfriend wiped, but during the process, he relives everything he shared with her and slowly rues his decision. You used to enjoy it because their story was fictional, but now it all felt like one big joke, like you were one of the characters in the movie, inching towards a certain endgame that you couldn’t escape.

You wondered if there were a different script written out for you and Alexia.

“Let’s finish the movie though, yeah?” She said, finally looking over to you.

You hadn’t expected that look on her face when you looked back at her—it was something almost like desperation.

Like it meant something to her.

You nodded. It was the least you could do after dumping her. What kindness, after the neglect she had shown you, what kindness.

Before.

Alexia was shaking when she brought the two glasses of wine out to her living room, where you sat. Nala, the ever-excited little puppy that she was, followed her like a personal little cloud.

“I heard it was going to be a sad movie, so wine it is.” She said, handing you your glasses.

“It’s a cult classic, trust me. It’s one of my favorite movies ever.”

“Well, I liked Mean Girls, so I trust you.” The truth was, she would have watched any movie with you, as long as it was with you.

You were right, it was quite sad. When she looked over midway through the movie, she could see a glossy streak running down your face. You laughed it off and wiped your tears away, embarrassed that you had cried in front of her, but Alexia thought you were the prettiest.

With feather-light touches, she reached over and brushed the tip of her fingers over your cheekbone. She knew there was no going back if she went ahead with this. She wondered if there was a script written out for you and her already, and she was just following it on its path.

Her lips brushed against yours softly, and only once she felt that you started to kiss her back was she brave enough to put her hand around your waist and pull you closer.

You were grinning so wide when she pulled away, that she thought it might have been a prank and you were somehow in on it. But you put your arms around her neck and pecked her lips again.

Whatever script it was, Alexia was sure it would be one of fairy tale endings and happily ever after, because that is what you believe when you’re in love.

a/n: the movie is eternal sunshine of the spotless mind btw. made me ugly cry.

[ms-demeanor]

I've been going through the stuff my cousin left here (almost an entire bedroom's worth of stuff when she initially moved but we've managed to sell the crib and changing table and she gave a stroller and a playpen to friends) when she moved out a year ago; I'm posting a bunch of it online to sell and she says I can keep whatever I want from the pile. We are tremendously differently sized people but I don't think I'm going to need to buy a dress or a shirt or a cardigan for like ten years.

However I'm also going slightly insane. I think that I had intellectually understood that a huge part of fast fashion is people buying a ton of clothes that they don't wear more than a couple times but I didn't emotionally grok it until I filled five huge trash bags with all the stuff that wouldn't even be worth it to list but is still brand new (stuff like leggings and tee shirts that nobody is looking for on craigslist but that I would totally buy at a thrift store and that still has the original tags).

I haven't even started working on the toys left behind yet but I have no idea what to do with some of this stuff. It's just trash. Is there anything to do with stuff like happy meal toys and bouncy balls or should this all just go to the landfill? I feel horribly guilty for thinking about throwing away stuff that wasn't even mine. Does anyone have any advice about what to do with used crappy toys? (There are things like racetracks and those little toddler push cars and other stuff that we're either listing online or having a yard sale for, but I'm going nuts what do I do with a plastic knotts berry farm lunchbox full of coin machine toys?)

[i can't say anything about the clothes but in my cousin's defense about the toys she has asked all of the family to literally never give her children toys or clothes as gifts, only books, but their grandmother brings them over brand new toys every time she sees them, which is like four times a week so this isn't 100% my cousin's fault]

[dalishious]

Veilguard Companion First Impressions

So, I’ve finally recruited all the companions for the Veilguard! And as such, I thought I’d share my initial thoughts on them each.

Please keep in mind that as the title says, these are just my first impressions. I am nowhere near finishing the game yet. My thoughts very well may change after getting to know the characters more as the story progresses. Also, please do not take any opinions you do not share as a personal attack against you.

Bellara

Bellara might be my #1 favourite.

I’ve seen some people just say Bellara is “a Merrill rip-off” but I don’t think that’s fair at all. If all it took was a few similarities to say a character is a rip-off of another character, than I can think of so many boring white cishet male characters who would be guilty of that. But heaven forbid we get more than one elven woman who is passionate about her people’s culture and history!

Frankly, I think Bellara is a breath of fresh air in terms of Dalish characters specifically. Finally, a Dalish elf who isn’t punished for being proudly Dalish by the narrative.

I also really appreciate that so much of her can be easily understood by her backstory, too. Like, her feelings of never being good enough is reflective of the very realistic grief she is experiencing.

Lucanis

If Bellara isn’t my #1 favourite, then Lucanis is. They really both dominate that spot neck in neck. I can’t decide if I want to put him in a jar and shake it to see what happens, or wrap him up tight in a quilt and give him some good coffee.

I’m just a sucker for Lucanis’s character archetype, is the thing. I love taking him out simply because he’s so much fun to have around. And in terms of companion arcs, his is the one I am most intrigued to see where it goes.

Taash

(While I haven’t personally gotten to Taash’s non-binary plot yet, I am aware Taash switches to they/them pronouns, so that’s what I’ll be using.)

The moment I met Taash felt my heart skip a beat. The only thing hotter than their appearance is their voice. I know BioWare probably left Taash out of a lot of the advertising because they wanted to keep Taash’s gender stuff a surprise, but oh my god, because of this I was taken by quite the surprise. And so far Taash seems to be the type to keep a hard outer shell to protect a much softer side, and that is yet another character archetype I really love.

Davrin

My initial gripe about Davrin’s writing being so exclusively about Assan rather than Davrin himself is slowly peeling away, I hope. While I still think its bullshit that you can welcome Assan into the Veilgaurd but not Davrin, at least I’ve finally gotten a few bits of dialogue to get to know more about him finally. I just want to keep this momentum! Because Davrin as a concept has so much potential, in my opinion, and what little bits I have gotten from him have captivated me. But I can’t tell yet if it’s intentionally part of his character that maybe he’s just a closed off person who takes a while to trust others, (a little like Taash?) Or if the writer just cared more about griffons than the actual guy. I’m really, really holding out hope for the former.

Emmrich

Emmrich is so much more charming than I expected, and I found him instantly endearing the moment we met him. I also really like that we’re finally hearing some different stances and insight on death and necromancy than we ever had before from a companion! It makes him feel so fresh and completely new!

Harding

I’ll be real with you: I was not anticipating caring about Harding so much. She was who I was originally least interested in, when the companion line-up was announced. But the direction they’re taking her in has me questioning so much about bigger lore questions.

Unfortunately, I still don’t see much in her except being a vessel for those bigger lore questions, though. Like, Harding as a person has me mildly curious at best.

Neve

I’m really sorry Neve fans, but I just find her really boring so far, in comparison to everyone else. She doesn’t have a lot going on, and what she does have going on, doesn’t really captivate me much. Maybe I was just hoping she’d have stronger stances on things than she does? I don’t know.

It could be that I just really fucked up with Neve, and it won’t be until another playthrough that I’ll get to experience more that will change my mind. Because I will admit I am very good at picking choices she disapproves of, with my first Rook.

[totoanime52]

SPOILERS FOR BNHA 427 BELOW

I actually like how Overhaul's story is ending.

People get on Endeavour's case about him being an abuser and how he got a redemption when he should have died, but then I saw people who kept saying that Overhaul should have had a chance to do the right thing and have his redemption.

Here's the main difference between the two: Endeavour actually regretted the things he did and wanted to better himself as a person. He tried doing what he could to help his victims while understanding that he may never get forgiveness, which was okay for him because he understood that they didn't owe him anything in return. When Natsuo said he was going no contact, Enji was okay with that because this was Natsuo's choice, just as it would be the rest of the family's choice what they want to do in the future. His redemption arc worked because he was bettering himself with no expectations of getting anything in return for it; it was for the people he hurt.

Now look at Overhaul: he never regretted the things he did other than his boss's coma. All the people he killed or maimed? No. The treatment of his subordinates? Nope. What he did to Eri? Absolutely not. Even when Deku found him after the Tartarus Prison Break, all he wanted to do was use Eri again to reverse what was done to him (funny enough, it's what many in the fandom wanted her to do for several characters, HMMMMMM). How can redemption be given to someone who shows no remorse for what he did?

Now Chisaki's boss is confronting him with this reality: the disgust the boss feels towards him for what he did (to the boss's granddaughter, no less), the fact that his apologies are not being directed towards the person he arguably tormented the most because he never cared for her, and that he will be forced to think of his actions towards Eri for the rest of his life. The thing is, it's a path he is being forced down, not one he is taking the initiative to walk himself.

People can have their own opinions on both these characters; that's the beauty of fiction, you make of it what you interpret. At the same time, writing Todoroki Enji's character development and conclusion off as abuse apologist is kind of a bad take when Kai Chisaki, the character who doesn't regret his deplorable actions towards a child and made no move to actually want to apologize or make up for what he did, is given this kind of ending. I think Horikoshi did a good job at having these two characters end up where they are. Neither have a particularly happy ending, but Enji embraces this path as one he will walk as unending atonement for the harm he caused (you could say, his own personal endeavor), while Chisaki is being forced to remember his deplorable actions for the rest of his life because he didn't care about his victims as people.

P.S., The shot of Bakugou and Todoroki running away from their new admirers is priceless.

[aryxchse]

I just read your Percy Jackson x daughter of Persephone fic and I really would like to read one for daughter of Hekate.

I mean you still have me questioning my Cabin but for the sake of all those years that I was daughter of Hekate, I would love to read Percy Jackson x daughter of Hekate from you.

casted a spell on me / percy jackson x daughter of hecate! reader.

a / n : my wife y'all 👆🏻

warnings : cursing

- percy wanted to gift hazel a special crystal for her birthday

- but he never really understood the girl, nor the crystal things

- so which cabin everyone visits when stuff like this happens?

- the hecate cabin.

- you were the only one left in cabin when percy barged in

- while you were cleansing (?) your room

- "hello?"

- "i am so sorry- should i leave? am i intrupting something?"

- you shrugged him off with a laugh, saying that it's not important enough for him to leave

- and he happily stayed

- "you.. know hazel right?"

- "duh, she's my ride or die."

- and everything began like this

- there was 2 weeks until hazel's birthday and percy decided to use that time wisely

- and he was kinda glad that he started working early

- because, he get to spend time with you

- man he's already whipped, look at you doing magical stuff and casting a spell on the boy

- the last part was percy's own delusion but yeah, you could turn him into a pig and he would be thankful

- "you could gift her tarot cards as a bonus, she's interested in those."

- "...show me."

- this boy knows NOTHING

- and when you read his cards he was gasping like a little girl

- hes so amazed by you omg

- you could make up something for the uno cards and he would scream 'this girl fucking rocks!!'

- did i said hes whipped? do i have to??

- anyways back on hazel's birthday gift mission

- since you ran out from hazel's favorite crystals, somehow, you both got the chance to shop outside in the mortal world!!!!

- it was a perfect first date in percy's head

- he's asking you personal questions like which crystal is best for your aura or smth

- sneaky bastard

- you guys shopped together until night and lost your dessert for the week

- but who cares? it was the best date

- people saw percy leave with a different crystal each time after visiting your cabin

- you got this boy wear crystals for lucky charm

- he joked that he only needed you for luck but anyways-

- the mission was complete eventually

- but percy didn't left your side even after hazel's birthday

- you guys are ment to be together now okay?? it says that on your birth chart

- your zodiacs are matching too

- shut up you made him a manifest queen

- he lets you draw symbols on his arms for some reasons you came up with

- hes scared you're really making him obsessed with you, because of the amount of times you're in his head, is embarresing

- and he needed to make you his

- like immediatly

- or else he'll go crazy from his love

- maybe you did cast a spell-

- "i think i learned how to read your cards."

- when he said that in one of his regular visits, you couldn't help but get curious

- did he actually learned that fast?

- so you gave him your cards and picked a few, he started looking at them like he knew something

- it said that something will happen good this week

- but instead, percy said

- "you're in love with a raven haired boy aren't you?"

- you tried so hard not to laugh

- and it was true, so you let him play his game

- "oh my gods! how did you know?"

- he literally smirked

- "i'm a natural pretty."

- he started to look more, and told you to pick two more cards

- you could already see what it meant, but you were curious what he will say

- "hmm, this guy has gorgeous sea green eyes, man you have taste!"

- a snort left your lips but you quickly gathered yourself

- "can you see any initials??"

- "oh totally! the lovers card is upside down so it means p and j."

- you were turning red from holding your laugh at this point, and he started to get a feeling that you figured what he was doing

- no shit sherlock

- "how weird, doesn't that ring any bells to you too? or is it just me?"

- "maybe it's that hot dude called percy jackson?"

- "OHHHH yes!! i knew i remembered that initials from somewhere!!"

- you both burst into laughters

- "my dear student, i see you payed attention to my classes!"

- he laughed at your tease until he finally managed to answer

- "being in love with you helped."

- smooth, jackson. smooth.

[natureismynature]

I wanted to talk about qJaiden and qFoolish's trust and friendship with each other because it means so much to me!!!!

So, initially, when they first started to make a real connection, Jaiden was in a middle of a heavy conflict. She was getting... persecuted, for a lack of better words. She was the first who got tasks from the Federation (aside from Cellbit), she became suspicious to everyone for unfortunate coincidences, and everyone started to become wary of her when she all she wanted to do was protect all the eggs and be alone while she mourned her son.

But then, Foolish came into the picture. He didn't treat her differently, his opinion on Cucurucho was basically the same as hers, and he was never judgemental of her getting and doing Federation tasks. He was the second person she ever showed the Bobby Fields willingly (with Leo), and she explained everything; why she built her home so far away, why there was a room filled with paintings, why there's a tree house, why she placed the chairs like that and she was so surprised when he said he liked the room dedicated to Bobby. And, after all that, as they sat on the tree house waiting for the sunset, with Foolish refusing to sit on any of the chairs because he knew who they were for, all he asked was "Doesn't it make you sad?" she said no and he said "Well, now I'm sad."

Then, when things finally calmed down and Jaiden was no longer suspicious to everyone, it was Foolish who got himself into a situation. A situation that Jaiden understands very well. He was basically isolated, he was singled out of the group. She knew how it felt and she made sure to be there for him. To defend him just as he defended her.

Jaiden didn't want any conflict between her loved ones, so she tried to play all sides by helping Cellbit get information but being truthful to Foolish as well. But Foolish lied to her because he knew what she was up to. Despite all that, in the end, they both admitted to each other what they did. And I think that's where their trust in each other became what it is now.

They became each other's safe place. Jaiden swore her silence to Foolish, and Foolish already did that the moment he kept his silence about the Bobby Fields.

Foolish took Jaiden with him when the Federation assigned him as detective, it was his choice whether or not he should let her in the know, and he didn't even hesitate. He put his full trust in Jaiden that moment. And after that, he kept telling Jaiden everything he knew when people used to keep things from her a LOT. And Jaiden, in turn, told him everything she knew.

And now, Jaiden's the one with a huge secret. Something she swore she would never tell anyone. But she chose to tell Foolish without prompt anyway. Because he trusted in her first. He's her confidant as she is his. She knows he won't judge her. She knows his image of her will never change. She knows he will stand by her no matter what happens because he understood her the way no one else does.

Yes, Roier would never hate her for it, but he's different. The way I see it, Jaiden would never want to put Roier in a situation where he chooses between his family with Cellbit or her. Jaiden knew how much Cellbit hated Cucurucho, if she told Roier about her true connection with the Federation... well, we can only imagine what would happen. And she would never even consider telling Cellbit himself because, well, as I've said, she knew how negative Cellbit sees the Federation and Cucurucho. She cares for them both very much, she would never want them to think ill of her because of what really happened.

With Foolish, she can be honest. Because she knew where he stood and she knew Leo was going to be on her papa's side no matter what too.

Tldr: Jaiden and Foolish are each other's safe places. They are each other's confidants. They know each other's biggest secrets and they are willing to take it to the grave. And I think that's beautiful.

[akutasoda]

Helluu, can I request Jouno and Teccho (and anyone else if you want to add) with an s/o that is insecure of their thic tight 😭

Btw, your writing is really good <<:

in my eyes

synopsis - you had always felt insecure of them, and they just didn't see why you would be

includes - gin, jouno, tecchou, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader, insecure reader, fluff, comfort, wc - 740

a/n: hello! and thank you :D. this resonated with me alot, i still hate mine haha

gin akutagawa ★↷

↪she knows a thing or two about feeling insecure and or not liking apart of yourself. but she had soon learnt not to care about it, it was apart of your body and thats what made you, you.

↪so whenever she picked up on your insecurity, or you had told her, whichever came first, she initially would leave it alone. it was your issue and she didn't know that if interfering would make it worse. but if you started hating it a bit too much, or you ahd asked her about it she would do something.

↪she would reassure you that they were nothing to be insecure of, and she wouldn't tell you but she personally did love them. they were apart of you and therefore she loved them.

↪she would often subtly comment on how they flattered you or just complimented you. she wanted you to learn to love them the way she did but if you never did that was okay as well, she just wants you to atleast oay no mind to them.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪being blind had ment that he had found ways to look after his appearance in different ways. but even through that he never cared what other people thought of his appearance. it was just how he was and he was proud of who he was, how he looked so why should other people's opinions matter to him.

↪whenever he found out, wether it was through you telling him or him picking up the slight changes in your demeanor around the subject or something else, he was quite honestly outraged. not at you, but at your thoughts for making you even doubt your own appearance and making you feel that way.

↪he hadn't understood why you would even think about yourself in that way, your thighs were apart of you and that meant ot was included in the reasons he had loved you. would absolutely try to build up your confidence, to make you see what he saw but he knew that wouldn't just happen overnight.

↪he would always pay attention to if you felt down and immediately tried to lift your spirits. to try and rid your mind of any negative thoughts, thoughts that he wished to rid of entirely.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪he had not much cared about how his body was. he looked after himself sure but never really gave it two thoughts about outside of that. it was just how he was and he didn't care what other people thought.

↪so however he had found out, you telling him or him finding out by picking up on clues, it had made him confused in honesty. why would you have amy reason to doubt your appearance, to him you were the best looking person in the world.

↪but he did understand one thing, that he would absolutely try his hardest to bring your confidence up. to make you see what he saw and was determined to get rid of those insecurities. he hated seeing you down and wanted nothing but happiness for you.

↪he would try and subtly comfort you more and more, try and make you comfortable in your own skin and would try and show you just how muched he loved all of you.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪someone who never really cared about his appearance. sure he took care of himself but he didn't care what people thought of him or cared about how he naturally looked. it was just apart of him, why would he give it a second thought.

↪realised very early on your issue with your own body image, specifically your thighs. but knew it could be a sensitive subject so waited until you would tell him or if he noticed it getting particularly bad he would interfere. but would prefer to wait until you were ready to talk about it.

↪he would hate to see how it brought you down and made you feel that way. he would always remind you that it was a natural part of you and that it made you the person he fell in love with. he understood not everyone could brush off things like he could so he would always be ready to help you with any problems in appearance.

↪would want to help you achieve a self confidence that made you forget about your insecurity. you had no reason to doubt your looks, you were amazing and nothing would affecct that.

[thehighpriestess1]

August : 8

Summary : Things take a turn when y/n decides to follow her heart.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Warning: SMUT!!! Minors do not interact! Mentions/hints of killing, mentions of drugs. Overstimulation, curse words.

Masterlist : Previous

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The first morning you woke up in the arms of Gojo Satoru, you grabbed your jacket and made a beeline towards your room. Yes you remembered showing up at his bedroom because you were scared but now your heart is beating faster than it was last night. At the breakfast table Gojo watched you with a hawk eye as you made your own breakfast. He rolled his eyes at your fear of being poisoned..by him!. 

“If I wanted to poison you, I would have done so already”. He huffed out as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You did poison me”. You said, nonchalantly as you carefully cut your sandwich. 

“I drugged you. There’s a difference”. Gojo spoke, leaning forward. His blue eyes accusing you of accusing him of doing something he was very much capable of doing.

“It’s not any better”. You said. Leaning with one hand on the counter and grabbing your sandwich to take a bit with another.

“Oh come one y/n!”. He whined and huffed and eventually took the second piece of sandwich.

“Hey!”. You protested.

“Maybe you’re trying to poison me y/n”. 

You scoffed. “If I knew how, I’d have done it already!”. 

Gojo chuckled with a mouthful and placed a hand above his heart. “Ouch”.

You spent the majority of the day in your bedroom,trying to make sense of things. There were too many dots to connect, some pleasant, some not so much. Gojo occasionally peeped in to check up on you but found you writing something aggressively in your diary. He would sigh and leave you alone. 

You stared out of the window and looked down at people going on about their life.Watching these people was your only way of confirming that you were still in this world. Gojo had taken your phone and laptop in the name of security and though you protested it initially you understood now how grave the situation was. The only person you could talk to was Gojo, the only person you could fight with was Gojo, the only person who had the key to this cage was Gojo. But you wondered if this was really a captive situation then why was he here with you? He could have left you here with his guards and gone back to Tokyo. But he was here, why?

There was a time when you looked up at the skyscrapers and wondered about people living above the clouds and thought how pleasant their lives must be. They didn’t have to worry about catching the bus, getting drenched on your way to work, waiting in line for the elevator, waiting in line at the cafeteria..working for their ex-boyfriend. Here you were looking down at people who struggled with these problems and envied them. They were free. You weren’t. You didn’t have to care about lines or buses or bills now but god would you give up this glass cage to stand in line for the bus with your friend. You saw a girl at the far-end of the street looking up at what you could assume was your building. Maybe she was looking at you, through the fog and through the reflective glass you wanted her to look at you.You wanted that random girl on the street to validate your existence. You wanted her to have one look at your face and stop wishing for the house you were in. 

On your second night your intrusive thoughts seeped in through the cracks of insecurity once again. You stood in front of the mirror in your ensuite thinking, if I just break this mirror I’d get a sharp piece to end everything once and for all. But you fought your thoughts and were now standing in front of Gojo’s bedroom. You scoffed at the open door. Was he expecting you? 

You walked in with deft steps and saw him lying down with his head propped in the direction of the door. A smile plastered across his face. “Hi”. He said, like he had won a game.Like his prediction came true or his wish came true. But you just rolled your eyes and got in the bed. Neither of you said anything. He would hold you through the night and you would sneak out of his arms in the morning. This unspoken, unwritten agreement became the foundation of your new friendship.

Truth be told, Gojo was expecting you. Almost praying staring up at the ceiling. Only when he heard your bedroom door open did he smile to himself and assumed his cocky position. He was trying hard to maintain the cocky arrogant nonchalant facade. How could he let you know how troubled he was seeing you lost in your headspace. How could he tell you that he watched you stand by the window and stare at people for hours with eyes screaming for escape. How could he tell you that he cried when you cried and he sat with his head in his hand in his study at the other end of the penthouse grazing his thumb over the black and white photo. Wishing, scheming to bring back that smile. Oh he would destroy worlds and fight gods for that smile. It was funny, he thought, how the simplest things in life, the things we take for granted in the moment, become the things we yearn for in the future. He wished how he could go back in time and tell himself to hold onto the woman in his arms and to never let that smile fade. 

The next night Gojo saw you walking towards your bedroom after dinner and decided to take matters into his own hand. He walked up behind you and scooped you in his arms. 

“What are you doing?!”. You shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“You are going to show up at my door anyway. I am just saving you the effort”. Gojo said, nonchalantly, but it worked. You let him carry you to the bed. You let him tuck you in. You let him kiss your forehead good night. You let him hold you close, and when the morning came, you let yourself stay in his warm embrace a little longer.

Gojo always woke up before you but stayed in bed just a little longer to consciously hold you. His heart dropped when you snuck out of his arms, he pretended to sleep and as you closed the door  a tear rolled down his cheek and he moved to where you lay to sleep in your arms a little longer. This morning again, Gojo’s heart dropped when you propped yourself up on your elbow to sneak out but before he could let go of the breath he was holding, you lay back down again. Had you not been facing away from him you would have seen the wide smile plastered on his face. 

You were cutting fruits into bite sized pieces to put in a juicer, facing away from the entrance of the kitchen, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and face resting on top of yours. 

“What Are you doing?”. You asked, wiggling in his arms.

“I’m watching you cut fruits”. 

“Why?”. You asked and took a step to your right to grab the milk. Gojo followed your step.

“I’m wondering how long are you going to wake up early and cook for yourself when I can do it for you?”.

“You stole my sandwich yesterday. So I don’t think I have to worry about myself”.

“You’re so petty”. Gojo pouted.

“And you’re annoying”. 

“Feed me that apple”. Gojo said, pointing at an apple piece on the plate.

“Take it yourself”. 

Gojo shook you with him and whined. “Please y/n feed me that apple! You’re so mean to me! Pleeeaase!”. You sighed in frustration and gave up, poking a fork through the piece and holding it over your head for the giant to eat. 

“Thank you y/n. You’re the best”. 

“Satoru! just pick a movie already!”. You whined. Both you and Gojo decided to spend the afternoon watching a movie. You sat with a tub of popcorn while Gojo leaned forward on the couch to pick a title.

“I’m trying to!”.

“You know what? Give me the remote. I’ll watch a movie alone. You should focus on your work”. You said, tossing popcorn in your mouth.

“Oh really?”. Gojo spoke, side eyeing you. “And what work would that be?”.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, CEO work?”.

Gojo chuckled and shook his head. Your eyes lingered on his form a little longer. His unkempt hair glowed in the television light, his biceps flexed under the half sleeve back t-shirt, his thighs flexed too and his black shirts rode up a little. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you shook your head to focus on the movie list on the TV.

“Spirited Away!”.

“Kiki’s delivery service!”. You and Gojo exclaimed at the same time and immediately turned towards each other. “Kiki’s delivery service is better than Spirited Away!”. Gojo said, raising an eyebrow.

“No Way! Spirited away is a classic!”. You huffed.

“That doesn’t make it better than Kiki’s delivery service”. Gojo smirked. 

“If you really think Kiki’s delivery Service is better than spirited away then I am glad I am not dating you”. You pressed your lips to control the smile escaping from the corners of your mouth.

“Oh you didn't just go there”. Gojo said, putting the remote down. You didn’t reply and simply shrugged your shoulders. Gojo turned towards you and reached his hand out to gently grab the tub of popcorn and placed it on the table. His other hand grabbed yours and pulled you towards him and before you could react Gojo had launched a tickle attack on you. You burst out in fits of laughter and tried to escape but he kept you secured against his chest with his one hand clasping both of yours. After what seemed like an eternity to you, Gojo finally stopped.Your hair covered your face as you tried to calm down. He brought his other hand and gently cleared the strands of hair from your face. 

“What?”. You asked, grinning up at him.

“You..you are really something y/n l/n”. Gojo said with a faint smile glazing his face and a hint of wonder in his eyes. 

“Then can we watch Spirited away?”. You asked, sitting upright.

“Fine. But I have a condition”.

“What?”.

“You will stay right here”. 

You pressed your lips. “Fine!”. 

Gojo played the movie and both of you settled on the couch. His hands wrapped around your stomach and pulled you back flat against his chest. He pushed your hair to one side and rested his face on your shoulders. He would occasionally ask you to feed him popcorn and secretly place a kiss on your ear, thinking you didn’t notice. But you did and you let him do it anyway.

Gojo knew spirited away was your favorite movie. He knew that very well. But his plan had worked. Your smile..that smile..had returned. He didn’t care about how many scoffs and eye rolls he had to endure, in that moment when you looked up at him, it was all worth it. He wished he could focus on the movie but he could not help steal glances at you, at your eyes that twinkle and crinkled at your favorite scenes, your lips that stretched into smiled, your nose that scrunched up ever so slightly, all of it was much more important to him than the movie. 

-X-

You opened your eyes to moonlight light filling the room. A heavy arm rested over your torso and you could feel hot breath over your neck. You sighed and stretched your arm out and traced mindless patterns on pale knuckles. Gojo shifted slightly behind you, still deep in his sleep he pulled you closer to his chest. You smiled to yourself. It felt good. This moment felt good. Maybe it was a dream. A hazy dreamy dream. Gojo mumbled something in his sleep and you frowned and craned your neck back. His eyes were still closed behind white strands of hair. You made a mental note of reminding him to get a haircut. You turned your body to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into you. His evidently larger frame shifted and he was now sleeping with his head buried in your chest. You raked your fingers through his hair and felt him sigh. You loved this man, you realized. You were yet to open your heart to him and trust him but you loved him. You pressed a soft kiss on top of his head before closing your eyes again, because if this was a dream then you didn’t want it to end. 

You woke up for the second time, but this time you were alone in the king sized bed. You stretched and got up to sit on the bed. Your fuzzy white slippers were placed right at the foot of the bed but you didn’t remember putting them there. Today was your fifth day here. In the penthouse with Gojo. Things were better than your first day. You had fallen into a routine. You and Gojo. He respected your space when you needed it, he played the part of your friend when you needed it and played the part of your lover when you needed it. But something felt different today. Your heart felt like it was overflowing with emotions and you wanted to pour them out. This was the relationship you wanted with Gojo in the first place. This was the relationship you were fighting for when you were with him. But now that you had it, it felt immoral. Like you were stealing it from someone.Like you didn’t deserve it. You could feel your thoughts sabotaging the happiness in your heart.What if he is lying to you? What if all of this is another one of his games? What if you confess to him and he betrays you again? This happened every time you thought of opening up your heart to him. You closed your eyes shut and clenched the silk bed sheet. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. You could feel the anxiety spreading across your chest. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

“Hey love! Wake-”. Gojo stopped in his steps when you saw you heaving. He ran across the room and knelt in front of you. His hands grabbed yours. You opened your eyes and through tear lined lashes you saw his distraught face. “I’m..”. You were gasping for breaths. “Fi..fine”. You said and tried to pull your hands back but he didn’t let go. 

“No no no no. What’s happening to you? What..what can I do? Water? Right..water “. Gojo mumbled to himself and looked around the room before he spotted the glass water bottle sitting atop the coffee table. Before he could get up and you grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his’. Gojo didn’t move for a second. Still trying to make sense of things but when he felt your breath against his, his one hand snaked around your waist and pulled you to the edge of the bed and another settled at the back of your neck, pressing you into the kiss. He tilted his head and ran his tongue across your lip. Gojo didn’t know what was going on in your head but as you parted your lips to give him access he knew that he would give all of his breaths for you if you needed them..every last one of them. 

You moaned when you felt his warm tongue explore every corner of your mouth. Gojo’s eyebrow stitched in concentration. It was rare for you to express how you feel so he was going to take every moan, every whimper, every expression of yours and burn them in his memory. 

With every nibble of his teeth, with every swipe of his tongue you could feel your thoughts evaporating in a cloud of smoke. Your hands settled on his shoulders and you wrapped your legs around his waist and Gojo let out a whimper. Something switched in him. Like this was different. Like this was his time, his chance to show you how much he loved you. Show you that he could be what you wanted you wanted him to be. He pulled back and pulled his white t-shirt over his head and threw it across the floor. You looked at his chiseled torso and knew that God has his favorites. 

His large hands settled at your waist and his lips were on your again. He slid his hand under your gray tank top and pulled it up. Before he could reach your ribs he broke the kiss and looked at you. “You want this?”. He asked.

“Yes”. You said before taking the lead and pulling your top over your head and throwing it in the direction of his discarded t-shirt. Gojo stared at your bare chest and cursed under his breath. His hands slid down to your hips and stalled at the top of your flimsy shorts. He picked you up and moved you back to the bed. 

His forehead rested against yours and you wondered what was going on in his mind. “Satoru”. You whispered. 

“What happened to you?”. Gojo asked, kissing the side of your face. Moving towards your jaw.

“I..nothing happened”. You said and grinded your hips against his. 

“No no no. I want to know. I need to know”.Gojo spoke, moving down from your jaw to the column of your neck.

“I..”, You let out a shaky breath as he sucked on the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder,”...too noisy. It got too noisy in my head”.

Gojo stopped his trail and moved up to look at you. “And what were those noises telling you?”.

You gulped, thinking about your chain of thoughts. “I..I..”. You closed your eyes in frustration. This was your chance to take the leap of faith. 

“Y/n..”. Gojo whispered, his hand resting at the side of your face filled your heart with enough warmth to break the icy wall.

“I love you”. You blurted out with your eyes still closed. “I am scared because I love you”. You kept your eyes closed. Maybe you were ashamed, maybe you were embarrassed, maybe you didn’t want to face the reality that Gojo Satoru had once again broken through your walls. 

Gojo studied your face. His mouth hung open at the confession. He knew that you still loved him, he knew that very well. But getting you to accept your feelings for him, getting you to trust him was a whole other ball game. He had convinced himself that he was going to live the rest of his life chasing you, even if you didn’t bat an eye at him. He had accepted that he was going to live his life knowing that you loved him but never hearing it from you. Just when he had accepted all this, you hit him with a curve ball. He gulped hard. Tears lined his vision. His body shivered. 

“Y/n..love..open your eyes”. He spoke, his forehead resting against yours. 

You opened your eyes slowly and bit your bottom lip. “Satoru..”. 

“I promise I won’t hurt you again. You don’t have to be scared anymore”. Gojo knew his words held little weight against his past actions but words would have to do for now. For you, it was his words against your intrusive thoughts, and for once you didn’t let your intrusive thoughts win. You nodded your head and lifted your head to place a small kiss to seal the promise. 

“You going to let me take care of you?”. Gojo asked, in between the kiss. His hands grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. You could feel how hard he was and truth be told you were no better. 

“Yes”. You spoke and lifted yourself up on your elbows and moved your hips against his. Gojo groaned and broke the kiss. “Good girl”. Gojo spoke and gently pushed your shoulders back to have you lie flat on the silk sheets. “Are you going to let me take care of you for the rest of your life?”. Gojo asked as he sat on his heels and played with the waistband of your shorts. 

“Yes”. You let out a breathy moan as Gojo ripped the shorts off of your body in one go. The cold air hit your crotch and shivers ran down your spine. 

“Are you going to let me love you?”. Gojo asked, his fingers running through your slit.

“Yes”. 

Gojo’s thumb drew lazy circles over your clit as his fingers dipped inside you. “Are you going to share your noises with me?”. Gojo asked.

Tears lined your eyes as you realized this was more than just sex for him. “Yes”. You moaned as his fingers hit the spot inside you. It was impressive how well he knew your body. 

Gojo’s heart beat loudly against his chest. His brain short circuited. Every crime that he had committed until now suddenly seemed fair. He could feel you fluttering around his fingers and groaned in frustration as he pulled his fingers out.

“Satoru!”. You whined, making Gojo smirk. 

“Love, you see I skipped my breakfast. It’s only fair I have some before I get to work right?”.

Your eyebrows stitched in confusion. “Wha-”. Before you could finish processing what he meant, his mouth latched onto your core. “Fuck!”. You yelped. It was sudden and intense. His lips sucked your clit harshly as his tongue explored your core. Your half-hanging orgasm was rising once again. He replaced his tongue with his index and middle finger and cyrled them just right inside of you.

“I’m close”. You whined and Gojo wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you further into him. As much he loved to feel you flutter around his fingers he needed you to come undone on his tongue.Soon you were cumming around his tongue and his groans against your core amplified your pleasure. Your head felt dizzy as you came down from your high. 

“Best breakfast ever!”. Gojo said, as he got off the bed and discarded his gray sweatpants and boxers.  Gojo got back between your legs and hummed to himself as he laid a trail of kisses from your core to your stomach to the valley of your breast to your neck and finally rested against your lips. His plump lips carried your taste and your body displayed a testament of his love. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and flipped him. “Oh! No no you need to let me take care of you y/n”. Gojo smiled as you straddled his waist. 

“No”. You said and pressed your palms flat against his chest.You arched your back and started sliding over his length, smearing it with your juices. Gojo’s chest heaved at the sight in front of him. Your eyes closed, body moving in perfect rhythm, your lips caught between your teeth and the fain blush in your cheeks, all of it made his cock twitch. Maybe this was a dream, he thought for a second. But his thoughts were broken when you slid down on him. It was perfect. You fit so perfectly, like you were made for him and Gojo was convinced you were. 

You rolled your hips and threw your head back in pleasure. You clenched around him every time you rolled your hip forward and Gojo shuddered under you. 

“Fuck y/n! Fuck! God you’re perfect! So perfect!”. Gojo mumbled as you picked up your pace. He knew he was getting close and as much as he enjoyed you pleasing him he wanted to be the one to please you. His hands traveled to your breast and gave it a hard squeeze and it made you clench around him. His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you on him as he planted his feet on the bed. His lips found yours as he lifted you up. “My turn baby”. He spoke against you as he started thrusting into you. “Fuck! Satoru!”. You yelped as Gojo took one of your tits in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. He picked up pace and switched to your other tit.  You hand gripped his hair harshly and it made him groan. 

“Satoru!”. You chanted his name like a mantra. The pleasure was too intense for you, it was mixed with pain and years of pent up emotions. 

“Yeah love?”. Gojo smirked as he let go of your tits and looked up at you. He gritted his teeth when you clenched around him. 

“I..fuck”. You mumbled. Your head was clouded and your speech turned incoherent. “I…am..close”. You knew Gojo was getting close too but he was holding himself back. “Cum with me”. You spoke softly. 

“No. Not yet. I need more. Need more of this. Need more of you”. Gojo mumbled as he rolled his hips into you. 

“You..”, You choked as he thrusted harder than before,”...got me ‘toru. I want you to cum with me now. please”. You spoke softly. Gojo’s eyes widened at the affection. His face softened and his smile was of a man who had found solace in the arms of his lover. “I do?”. He asked, to confirm. 

“You do”. You smiled and placed a kiss on the tips of his nose. A soft fleeting moment that contrasted with the brutality of your lover’s actions. 

“Fuck! Your wish is my command”. Gojo winked, and as if it was possible, his pace grew faster and harder. You were mewling above him and his lips were focused on sucking harsh marks along your neck. The room was filled with early morning light and sinful squelching sound. Every inch of your body that Gojo touched felt like it was lit on fire. You wanted him all over you and more. Gojo was not doing any better. He was fighting back tears, tears of relief, tears of happiness. He wanted to explore every inch of you, he didn’t want this moment to end. His mind going hazy, he wanted to feel your lips one moment and your pulse the next. He licked a long stripe from your lips to your neck to the valley of your breast. His hands maintained ironclad grip on your hips, like he was scared someone might take you away from him any moment.

His constant prodding at your spot made you extremely sensitive. The stimulation was too much and too good. “Too much!”. You mewled. 

“It’s fine baby. You can take it love”. Gojo spoke through gritted teeth and started leaving open mouth kisses on the side of you. He was edging himself and you.

“I”m..”.

“Let go baby. You can let go”. Gojo huffed out.

“Fuck!”. You yelled as you squirted above him. 

Gojo let go of your neck with a drunken smile over his face, “Just like that baby! Fuck! Such a good girl for me!”. He gritted as he came with you. Your juices mixed with his’ flew down your thighs onto his torso. You fell limp on top of him with your arms around his neck and he continued to languidly move inside you all the while rubbing your back. 

You whimpered when he gently rolled you to the side and pulled out of you. He sat in between your legs and watched his cum ooze out of you. He gently gathered it on his finger and pushed it back in, leaning over to kiss you when you whimpered again. 

“Will you let me take care of you?”. He asked, a genuine concern over his face. 

You pressed your lips and nodded your head. “Yes”.

“Stay here. I’ll get the bath ready”. Gojo whispered and kissed your cheeks before slipping out of bed and making his way towards the bathroom. You stared up at the ceiling and the chandelier. A faint smile made its way to your lips. You felt like you had won a battle against yourself. Even though your body was sore it felt ten times lighter so you made your way towards the windows with the silk sheet wrapped around your body. The morning light casted a warm glaze over your face. You didn’t feel like you were in a glass cage anymore. In this moment you felt like you were in a snowglobe. Perfect world shielded from reality by a glass wall.

You felt arms wrap around your waist and hummed in approval.

“If you can still walk then I doubt I did a good job”. Gojo whispered against your ear and pressed a feather light on the shell of your ear. You giggled. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up”. Gojo said and picked you up along with the sheets. 

-X-

Naoya paced around in his room. It had been over two days since he last had contact with Utahime or Hiro. The pawns of his game had disappeared and so had the queen. He did expect Gojo to retaliate but he had expected it to be more confrontational rather than conniving. He plopped down on the fur lined chair and groaned. He didn’t know where to start. Or how to start. Whom should he save first? You? Hiro? Or Utahime? And where should he even start? He pressed his phone to his lips and thought..it was highly unlikely that Gojo would keep you in Tokyo or in Japan. As far as Utahime went…he wouldn’t keep her in Tokyo. But Hiro…Hiro could be in Tokyo. If he had Hiro and you, his work would become so much easier. He looked at his henchman standing with his hands crossed in front, waiting for orders. Can he trust anyone with anything anymore? Who knows how far Gojo had infiltrated in his life. No, it was too risky. He was going to do it himself.

“Take me to Hiro’s place”. He ordered and the henchman nodded and stepped aside to make way for him.

The men in black suits broke the flimsy wooden door of Hiro’s apartment with almost no effort. Naoya stood in the middle with his hands in his pockets and head cocked to the side and scoffed at the matchbox apartment. “How do people even live here?”. He mumbled to himself and stepped inside. The henchman flicked the light switch on and the full apartment came into view. It was normal. There was no sign of forced entry or any fight. It was just normal. Too normal, he thought. Something crunched under his feet and he looked down to see a brown envelope. 

“What do we have here?”. He stepped back and gestured to one of his men to pick up the envelope. The envelope didn’t have an address or a stamp so it wasn’t sent via post. Naoya flipped the envelope and saw a writing on the opening.

For Hiro.

“Bingo”. Naoya smiled eye to eye. He ripped open the envelope and saw a neatly folded paper inside. 

Hi Hiro,

If you are reading this then it means you are safe. I was so worried about you. I am going to Bali with Gojo and Utahime and I will be back within a week. Even if you are not ready to meet me yet, can you please just drop this letter through my door so that I'd know that you are safe and that you read it?

I met your friend N. He is weird but I think he can help me find you,Geto also agreed to help me. So whatever problem you are going through, don’t worry. I will help you.

Please be safe. I love you.

Y/n.

Naoya smiled, then threw his head back and laughed. “Oh y/n! You are just so perfect aren’t you?”. He looked up at his confused henchman. “Let’s go boys. I got what I needed”. 

Back in his study, Naoya's eyes glinted with excitement. He knew you weren’t in Bali. He was sure Gojo would have deceived you and taken you somewhere. But where? Well he wouldn’t be Naoya Zenin if he didn’t have contact in every corner of the world. One call to his informers at the international Airport and he knew where Gojo's private jet took off to. But he couldn’t show  up there and ask you to come with him, now could he? Who knows how much Gojo told you. He needed to find Hiro to get to you. 

-X-

Utahime sobbed. Half of her body hung lips from the edge of the bed. She fucked up. The ever decked up Utahime Iori now hadn’t showered in days. She would wake up, beg the guards to let her talk to Gojo, eat her breakfast, beg again, threaten the guards, try to bribe them, beg some more, and pass out from exhaustion. 

Now she wondered where was he? Was he with you? The thought of him and you together made her clench the sheets and grit her teeth. She just wanted another chance. One more chance to prove her loyalty to Gojo. She didn't care about Naoya or her family. She would walk through hell just to get another chance with Gojo. She cursed her fate the day she decided to conspire with Naoya. Had she just stayed the little house wife she would have gotten Gojo eventually. Now she wondered if she had pushed him into the arms of another woman..in your arms. 

She got up and wiped her cheeks. “Please”. She whispered, knowing that the guards could hear. She walked over to the bedroom door and banged on it.

“Let me talk to Satoru! Please!”.

“Please”.

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“Please”.

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“Please”. 

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“Let me..”.

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“Just once…”

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“Satoru…”. She mumbled and slid down the door and collapsed on the floor. 

Utahime gently opened her eyes and saw a pair of brown eyes staring down at her from behind the spectacles. She flinched and tried to get up but the man smile and gently pushed her down back in bed. 

"I am Dr.Mori. You fainted at the door and the guards called me. You must remember me, I gave you your medicines back in Tokyo". 

Utahime nodded. "I remember you". 

"That's great". The older man had a soft voice and spoke with an excitement doctors use while talking to a child, in this case while talking to a captive. "Now, you need to keep your emotions in check Ms.Utahime. These kinds of outbursts are not good for you". 

Shiver ran down her spine. There was something oddly scary about Dr.Mori. "I…I want to see Satoru". 

"Oh don't you worry about that! You will see Mr.Gojo when the time is right". 

Utahime shook her head vigorously. "No no no doctor. I need to see him now. Please. You must help me!". She got up and took his hand in hers.  

"Oh dear. You don't have to plead with me. I am here just to take care of you. Let me tell you, you will see Mr.Gojo soon Ms.Utahime". 

Dr.Mori withdrew his hand and made his way towards the door.  Uthaime gritted her teeth and called him out. "Dr.Mori".

Dr.Mori stopped in his tracks and turned around with a pleasant smile. 

"Yes?".

"For you, I am Mrs.Gojo".

 Utahime said with her nose high in the air. Even if she was going insane, she was still Mrs.Gojo. 

Dr.Mori smiled and chuckled politely. "Ms.Utahime, I am sure you are mistaken. Mrs.Gojo is with Mr.Gojo right now". With that Dr.Mori left the room, leaving behind an insane woman. 

-X-

The black silk robe felt soothing against your skin. The robe was two sizes too big for you, given that it belonged to the man in the couple robe set but Gojo had ruined yours beautifully so you decided to steal his. Gojo was on his phone with someone, whom you presumed to be Geto, in the other end of the  living room. You could hear the muffled words and humming of your lover..lover? You were still confused about how to address your relationship with him. Were you dating? The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. But there were other things that you needed and knowing Gojo you knew there was no way you could just step out of the house. You sighed and went back to reading your book.

“Whatchu reading?”. Gojo said, standing behind the armrest of white couch with his one hand on the backrest and the other on your other side on the armrest of the Poltrona Frau Kennedee sofa.

“The Secret History”. You said, flipping a page. You could feel him nodding his head. “Whom were you talking to?”. You asked, trying to seem casual.

“Oh just some work stuff. You don’t need to worry”. Gojo said and placed a kiss on top of your wet hair.

“Can I go to the pharmacy?”. You asked. Your heart picked up pace with each passing second.

“Why? Is everything okay? What do you need?”. Gojo walked around the couch and sat at a distance from you. You looked up at him from behind your book and raised an eyebrow. Gojo flashed a sweet smile before gently placing your feet on his lap and rubbing soothing circles from your ankle to your calf. 

“Stop it”. You warned him with a smile. You knew where he was getting at. Everytime his hand ran down your calf it only ran up higher the next time.

“I’m not doing anything”. Gojo spoke, a saccharine lie.

“Oh really?”. You asked, tilting your head to the side and flashing him a sarcastic smile. Gojo nodded with fake innocence. He knew what he was doing, he could feel the goosebumps on your skin. But could you really blame him? It wasn’t his fault that you looked so delectable in the black silk robe.

“Fine then. You said and hid your flushed face behind the book”.

Gojo chuckled, “What did you need from the pharmacy?”.

You closed the book with the bookmark on page 120 and kept it on the table. “I wanted to get my birth control pills”. You bit your lip and diverted your gaze towards your hands in your lap. Gojo’s brows furrowed. “Why?”.

You chuckled and looked up at him, “Because I don’t want to get pregnant”. 

“Why not?”. Gojo smirked, leaning his head sideways against the backrest.

“I don’t know. Do you want to have a child with your mistress?”. The words flew out of your mouth at their will and you didn’t process them until it was too late. A heavy silence fell over the room. “I didn’t mean it that way”. You said, smiling to let him know that you really didn’t mean it. Gojo’s gaze was focused on yours and you could see the hurt in them. You bit your lip nervously as you raked your brain for a plausible explanation. 

“I’ll be back”. He said as he got off the couch. You stood up behind him. “Satoru..”.

“Stay right here”. Gojo ordered as he walked away in the direction of his study. 

You sat back on the couch and groaned in your hand. “So stupid!”. You crushed yourself and raked your hand through your semi wet hair. You bit your nails as your eyes were focused in the direction of his study. Was he upset? Did you offend him? After what seemed like an hour but had only been five minutes you heard the door of the room open. You straightened in your seat and got ready with your apology. But your words died down in your throat when you saw him carry two wooden boxes, one square and small and the other rectangular and elongated, and one brown envelope.  

“Satoru..”. You said his name hoping for an explanation but he remained quiet until he sat down next to you. 

“Y/n it’s fine. I understand that this situation is not the most ideal”. He said, staring at the envelope on the table. 

“No no no”. You interrupted him and scooted closer to him so you were sitting shoulder to shoulder.” I know what the situation is. It just slipped out of my mouth. I don’t-”.

Gojo shook his head. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You have nothing to apologize for y/n. It’s me who needs to fix this. I wish I could have done this in a better way, it’s not how I wanted to but..”. Gojo paused and turned to face you. He cupped your face and kissed your lips softly to let you know that it was okay. You were okay. Gojo broke the kiss and trailed his hands down your side to hold your hands. “You have to trust me on this”. You didn’t understand where he was getting at but you trusted him. “I do. I trust you Satoru”. 

Gojo smiled softly and picked up the small square box. He opened it and pulled out a gold band set with emerald cut diamonds, a larger diamond set in the middle shone brightly and proudly.  Gojo got on his knees between you and the table and took your hand. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”. 

Your mouth hung open and you swallowed thickly. “Satoru you don’t have to do this”. You looked up at him. The last thing you wanted from him was to commit out of guilt.

“I want to do this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you”. 

You sniffled and covered your face with your hands. “Y/n..”. Gojo called out softly. Your head was spinning with questions and doubts but between all that noise you could hear a voice of reason, there were people who were planning to kill you and there is a man kneeling before you, asking you to trust him, heck if you were to die tomorrow would really want to die with your doubts or would you want to die having taken this leap of faith…

“Yes! yes..Yes!”. You said and wrapped your hands around his neck. Gojo’s hands wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Neither of you broke out of the embrace for a while, relishing in the warmth and happiness until Gojo realized that the box was still in his hand. He broke the hug with a kiss on your cheek and slid the ring through your finger. You watched him do it with teary eyes and found yourself to be at a loss of words. Gojo brought your hands to his lips and gently kissed it. 

“Now I know I have made promises and broken them in the past and I want to be a better man for you. So..”.Gojo turned around and pulled out papers from the envelope.

“What’s this?”. You asked, nervously. 

“I have already signed them. It’s up to you now. Whenever you’re ready”. Gojo smiled and placed the document and a pen on your lap. You picked up the document and gasped when you read the first line. Having worked drafting corporate contracts you knew an official document when you saw one. This one was. A marriage certificate. Signed by Gojo, Geto as Gojo’s witness and Shoko as your witness. You hadn’t even met Shoko in years. “Satoru..is this for real?”. 

“Yes. I know this is not the conventional way and you don’t have to even sign it if you’re not ready”.

You looked at him and then the document and then back at him. This was…shocking. 

“Are you really asking me to marry you..officially when I am half naked in your robe?”. 

Gojo smirked, “Well I mean..yeah. We can have an official wedding when things have settled down”

“How did Shoko agree to this?”.

“I had to beg…a lot”.

“What will people say? I mean for them Utahime is still your fiance”.

“I will get new people for you”. Gojo smiled eye to eye like it was an easy thing to do. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to y/n.I was going to wait for the right time but ..fuck it. I just want you to know that I am here and I am yours. Even if you don’t sign the papers I’m yours”.

You sniffled and reached over to grab your hardbound book and in an instant you were officially Y/n Gojo. 

You handed Gojo the documents and the pen and wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks. “What now?”. You asked. Gojo didn’t bother seeing the papers and placed the documents on the table and pulled you to the edge of the couch with your legs on either side of his torso. “Now I am going to kiss my beautiful wife”. He whispered against your lips and tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips to yours. 

Time stopped moving and the world around you disappeared into a cloud of smoke, the only thing that kept you tied down were the soft lips moving against yours. Gojo’s hands grabbed your hips and kneaded them. He slid his hands under the robe and picked you by the back of your thighs and without breaking the kiss he had you straddling him, his back resting against the couch and his hands still holding onto your tightly. You broke the kiss when you realized you needed to breathe. You rested your forehead against his’ and your hands slid down to rest on his chest. You were still trying to rest your pacing heart when Gojo moved you gently over his lap. You let out a shaky breath and smiled. Your silk robe was surprisingly still tied in  a loose knot at your waist and had slipped off one of your shoulders revealing the black strap of your lace bra. 

“Satoru..”.

“Y/n..”.

“What are you up to?”. You asked. Gojo smiled. His eyes half closed, a euphoric feeling evident over his face. He chuckled lightly and pulled you forward and began leaving open mouth kisses down your neck. You one hand rested on his shoulder and the other one tugged at the soft white strands. Gojo’s hand dipped down the opening of the robe and down your stomach to stop at your clothed core. He traced your slit over the lace garment with the knuckle of his index finger. You were getting breathless. His warm tongue running circles over the marks, his finger gently nudging your clit, his hard on grinding against your core, it was all too much, to add on top of it every time you opened your eyes the ring on your ring finger gleamed proudly.

“Satoru”. You moaned when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, you needed him and you needed him now.

“Yes love?”. Gojo brought his face up to look at you and smiled proudly.

“Please..”. You whined and tried to rock your hips faster to get some friction but Gojo’s hand on your waist stopped you.

“Please what?”. Gojo asked and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Need you”. You bit your bottom lip. You were so close and Gojo could feel your slick through the lace garment.

“Need me, how baby?”. He was doing it on purpose and it was driving you insane. 

You groaned and opened your eyes to stare right at him, your face stern, warning, You were not the most dominant person in bed but something about his shit eating grin and cocky attitude made you want to put  him in his place, “Gojo Satoru, I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it”. 

Gojo’s mouth hung open, he gulped hard. He stared at the woman in his lap, his wife, his lover, you, with your hair tossed to a side, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, the robe had loosened and now had your beautiful, lace covered, tits revealed to him. 

“Oh don’t you worry about that love”. He said and hooked his index ginger and the band of your underwear and ripped it. Your eyes widened but then closed in pleasure when he plunged his two fingers in your core.

His pace was brutal. Gojo knew your body inside out like the back of his hand. He knew which spot to hit when he wanted you to beg and which spot to hit when he wanted you to be a mewling mess above him. Right now you were reduced to a mewling mess. His lips latched onto your covered tits and sucked harshly, switching between licking them with his tinge to sucking the bus between his lips to soft nibs. He switched between the pair every time he feld you shudder above him. 

“I’m close”. You warned. Gojo let go of your tits and harshly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a most brutal kiss. “Cum for me love”. Gojo spoke, breaking the kiss. “Let your husband take care of you, yeah?”.He smirked against your lips and that did it for you. You came hard around his fingers, your cum trickled down his fingers onto his pants, leaving dark gray dots. 

Gojo brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. “So this is what they call a wedding meal?”. Gojo smirked. You remained quite trying to come down from the floodgate of an orgasm. “Now baby, don’t go silent on me. We are yet to consummate the marriage”. 

You chuckled with your eyes closed and rested your head in the crook of his neck. A soft moment. A moment of calm. A moment when Gojo ribbed your back and kissed the top of your head. A silence before the storm. 

One moment Gojo was rubbing your back over the silk fabric and the next moment it was off of your back and pooled at your waist. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. 

“Why?Don’t act surprised, the first thing you asked from me as my wife was to fuck you like my life depended on it, of course I am going to fulfill your wish”. Gojo placed his index finger under your chin and brought it up to his lips, but he didn’t kiss you. Through half lidded eyes you could see the proud expression on his face. He spoke against your lips, “You are going to let me fuck you like a husband fucks is wife, is that clear love?”. Gojo’s face was stoic, his eyes stared right into your soul, reminding you of whom you belonged to. You nodded your head. “No no, use your words love..”.

“Yes..”. 

“You can cum around my cock as many times as you wish but..I’ll only stop when I want to. Is that clear?”.

You let out a shaky breath, “Yes..”.

Gojo hummed in satisfaction and picked you up bridal style. 

You lay naked against the silk sheets with your legs on top of Gojo’s shoulder as he stood on his knees and teased the tip of is cock between your folds.He kissed you ankle like he wasn’t painfully edging. You hands gripped the sheets and you let out a desperate moan every time he pulled out. 

“Stop teasing ‘toru”. You whined and Gojo playfully bit your ankle. He seemed satisfied by the mark it had left. His eyes darkened and his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed himself all in without a warning. 

“Fuck”. He cursed as he slowly rocked inside of you. He was holding himself back, he didn’t want to hurt his delicate wife. Only when he was convinced that you had adjusted to him he leaned down, pressing your knees against your chest. His one hand supported his weight and the other held your hands above your head. 

“Satoru!”. You yelped but Gojo shut you with a kiss. He picked up his pace and soon had you trembling under him. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix every time he thrusted back with force. 

“Fuck fuck fuck”. Your back arched when Gojo hit your overstimulated spong spot. “S’toru!”. 

“Yes baby?”. Gojo asked with an ironical innocence.

“Fuck..it’s..good”. Your speech turned incoherent. 

“My dick feels good?”. Gojo asked, smirking above you.

“Y..yes”. You gulped.

Gojo rolled his hips inside you. “Does that feel good love?”.

“It..feels..so..”. You shut your eyes. “..good”. Your slick trickled down your folds onto the bed sheet. 

“Good. You’re doing so good, baby..fuck you feel good too. So warm..made just for me!”. Gojo mumbled. “Fuck! So..fucking tight”. Gojo groaned when he felt you fluttering around him. He knew you were close and leaned back to sit on the balls of his feet and started pounding into you with all his might. The room was filled with the sound of  skin slapping skin, broken curses and sinful squelching. The bed shook with the force with which he was pounding into you. His hair stuck to his forehead and his pale skin flushed. EVery muscle of his toned body contracted and relaxed. His mouth hung open in pleasure and everytime he looked down to see your folds swallow his cock he gritted his teeth. 

“Oh god!”. You screamed as you felt yourself tipping over the edge.. 

“That’s right baby. Scream for me!”. Gojo growled and bit your bottom lip.Gojo continued to fuck you through your orgasm, stretching it out. You wriggled under him and the pleasure filled wave of pain washed over you. Gojo pulled out and ran his hands through your folds. “Fuck ..”. He cursed under his breath as he saw how much you came. Your folds were puffy and glistening and Gojo could not hold himself back. He placed your legs on the bed and kneeled down to gently run his tongue over your core. Your body twitched, making Gojo smile. He kissed gently over your puffy lips and occasionally dipped his tongue in between them to get a taste of you. 

“Satoru!”. 

“I think I should give your pussy a break”. Gojo said and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He dipped his tongue between your puffy folds and plunged it into your wet hole. He hummed in satisfaction at your sweet taste. Your hands threaded through his hair and tugged them hard. It should have made him stop his attack but it only turned him on. His tongue explored every inch of your warm wet core and you could feel your heart pick up pace once again.

He separated your folds with his one hand and latched his mouth to your core. You could feel your mind going hazy but god it felt so good. He was gentle in his treatment but the overall effect it had on your body was anything but gentle. You spasmed around his tongue when he slurped your juices and in return Gojo started running his tongue in circles over your puffy clit. He was high on your taste. He knew he could do this all day. At this point his own pleasure was secondary to him. All that mattered to him was feeling your walls clench around his tongue. Soon he got his rewards when you came around his tongue.

Tears lined your lash line and you brought your hand up to rest against your eyes. A soft orgasm but even a soft one after the previous two left a tingly sensation all over your body.

Gojo stood on his knees between your legs once again, gently pumping his cock. He could cum to the sight of you alone but he wanted you to see how perfect you look. 

So there you were, your back pressed against his chest, his hands around your waist holding you onto your knees as he kneeled behind you. You could see now what he wanted you to see in the giant mirror placed on the left side of his bed against the glass window. Your hair tangled and flipped to one side, there were maroon marks starting from your shoulder , between the valley of your breast, on your tits, even on your thighs. Gojo looked at you through the mirror with half lidded eyes. He had been edging himself for over an hour and you moaning his name under your breath as he slid into you from behind didn’t help him at all.

“What do you see love?”.He asked, rocking softly into you, his lips on the shell of your ear.

“..you”. 

Gojo pouted, “wrong answer love. Let me tell you what I see”. Gojo turned his head to look in the mirror. “I see my wife. My beautiful beautiful wife. So kind. So perfect. All mine”. He spoke as he traced the side of your face with his index finger. His hand wrapped around your tits, “and I see her perfect tits, so soft I could suck on them all day long”. He smiled and gave them a gentle squeeze and traced his hand to rest under your navel. “You’d look so perfect, all round and plump, carrying my child..right?”. He asked mockingly. You were so lost in your headspace you could only nod. “Exactly! Oh and do you see this..”. He brought his hand to circle over your clit. 

“Fuck! Toru please..too much”. You whined. 

Gojo hushed. “You see this perfect cunt, it takes my cock so well”. Gojo thrusted harshly into you making you fall forwards but his hand brought you back up to him.

“It’s too much”. You mewled and tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“Just one more baby. For me. For your Satoru”. Gojo said sweetly. He knew he was so close to the edge himself.  He continued to thrust into you watching your face contorted in pleasure and your tits jiggle with each thrust. He could feel you clench hard around him and god what a sight it was. He looked down to see his dick disappearing between your folds and the way your ass jiggled. He could see your thighs tremble and threw his head back and moaned.

“Fuck y/n! You’re going to be the death of me!”. Gojo groaned and flipped you to hand you lying on the back. He pistoned inside you with a god-like pace all the while his tongue danced with yours. “Cum with my baby”. Gojo spoke against your lips and soon you were squirting around him as he came inside of you, moaning into each other's mouth, your nails drawing red lines over his pale back. Gojo continued to piston into you even if it was getting painful for him and he only stopped when he felt you push his shoulders.

He moved and laid on his back next to you and turned his head to you. “You okay love?”.

Your eyes remained closed and your breath ragged. Gojo turned on his side. “Hey hey hey”. Gojo cupped your cheeks turning your head towards him as gently as he could. You opened your eyes slowly and without a second thought wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your embrace.

-X-

You woke up in cold sweat, feeling like everything that happened the day before was just a dream. You brought your left hand forwards, the ring was there. You turned to your right, Gojo slept peacefully, snoring lightly. You tried to calm yourself down and reached out for the jug of water but it was surprisingly empty. 

It is funny how fate works. Sometimes it works in the most beautiful way, sometimes it works in the most brutal way. Had there been water in that glass jug you wouldn’t have gone to the kitchen. Had you not gone to the kitchen, you wouldn’t have stumbled across the marriage documents still lying on the table. Had you ignored the documents you wouldn’t be standing in Gojo's study looking around to put them safely. Had Gojo locked the first drawer of his mahogany table after he pulled out the ring and document, you wouldn’t have been able to open it. Had you not opened it, you wouldn’t have found your phone.So here you were standing with marriage documents in one hand and your phone in the other. 

You bit your lip nervously thinking whether you should switch it on. You didn’t want to cause any trouble or make things harder for Gojo but you ignored your doubts and decided to just switch it on and check. Just for a moment. You switch on your phone and connect it with the wifi. Your hands shook as the familiar home screen came on. Immediately you went to your inbox to check for Hiro’s message. There was nothing. You sighed in defeat and shook your head. Placing the documents in the drawer you were about to switch off your phone when you received an email. You would have ignored it had it not been for the subject line.

From Hiro.

You immediately opened the email and saw a video attached. There was no message, just the video. You downloaded the video and went to your gallery to play it. Right behind the light gray play button you could see a blurred face. It was Hiro. You clicked on play and your breath hitched in your throat. Hiro sat on a metal chair, his face bruised black and blue, His jaw swollen, nose broken, hands fractured. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks and you placed a hand over your mouth to not let out a noise.

“Hi Y/n'. Hiro spoke and you closed your eyes shut upon hearing his voice. “I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble but things are not what they seem. If you are with Gojo then please run. Reply to the email with your location and I will come help you. Gojo Satoru is not who you think he is. He is the one who did this to me….”.

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Waava and Yangvik: an Analysis

So! I have reread the Yangchen novels (and understood far better what was happening the second time) so here is a brief analysis on the parallels between Yangvik (Yangchen and Kavik) and Waava (Raava and Wan).

Right away, I noticed several similarities between Yangchen and Raava in particular. One could even argue that Yangchen is the avatar, apart from Wan, that is closest to Raava spiritually, with the boundary between herself and her past lives shown to be far more blurred than in other avatars. Their struggles I find to be similar too - both Yangchen and Raava struggle between two aspects of their identity, the part that is meant to be peaceful and spiritual, and the part that must make sacrifices in order to maintain balance. I would argue that both of them have the capacity for manipulation and less savory tactics to get what they need, and both have caused great amounts of harm in order to achieve a greater goal.

But their most recurring struggle that they have in common is their attitude towards humanity. Both Raava and Yangchen carry a certain level of disdain towards humans, and a level of anger that they are expected to compensate for the incompetence and irresponsibility of other people.

"I'm so tired of fighting on their behalf. Human beings choose their own misery, over and over again. Tell me why humanity deserves an Avatar, Mesose. I could handle the blame, the finger-pointing, if I just knew why." Yangchen says this to Kavik while experiencing the life of Avatar Gun, and this is a theme that occurs repeatedly throughout her novels. (While this is Avatar Gun's words, it's triggered by Yangchen's experiences.)

Raava says similarly. "Ancient one, why would I do that for a human? Especially one who's caused so much trouble?" and "Most humans think only of themselves, no matter how many others are around."

This parallel between the two becomes almost explicit when Yangchen enters the Avatar State, drawing upon the power of her past lives and Raava herself.

From inside the whirling sphere of air, the elements obeyed her; everything obeyed her. Only the humans remained stubbornly wayward. Why were they so special? She examined the villagers scurrying below her feet, and yes, the Airbenders as well. Look what I can do without them. Look at how weak they are without me.

And both of them, at the end, make the decision to go back, to start or continue the cycle of helping humanity, either hopelessly or in reassurance. Raava said "We will be together for all your lifetimes, and we will never give up." And Yangchen decided, at the end of her first novel, to continue that cycle.

Yangchen could pretend all she wanted but it was no use. She would remain the instrument of her own suffering. She'd keep fighting, keep struggling, just like she'd commanded the unconscious woman to do in the hospital. It was her fate to make the same choice over and over again, as generations of Avatars had done before her. To know the past was to know the future.

Even F.C. Yee comments on how each avatar has proven to love humanity, even if they struggled through it initially, and how it connects to Raava's initial choice. "Avatars have proven throughout the franchise that they possess an unshakeable love for humanity. They might express it in different ways, but once they gather their inner strength and come to understand who they are, they'll do what it takes to help the rest of us recover from our stumbles and find the right path. If you subscribe to the theory that Raava chooses, then I like to believe that she chooses well." (found in the interview in the back of The Legacy of Yangchen). While all avatars, by nature, parallel Raava and deal with struggles that repeat throughout the cycle, Yangchen's own struggle and conclusion with her feelings towards the rest of humanity mimic Raava the most closely out of any avatar we've seen.

And then there's Kavik and Wan. Both of them are essential to their partners' character developments, and they spend a good part of their time being distrusted by their partner. Even though they regret their actions (Wan more openly than Kavik, I would argue), they spend most of their stories having to work to build or regain that bond of trust. And yet, in the end, Raava and Yangchen choose to stay.

"We will be together for all your lifetimes, and we will never give up."

"Stay with me. I need you by my side. There's so much work to do, and I want you with me until it's finished."

Initially, Kavik is far more reluctant to help Yangchen than Wan is to help Raava. Kavik is much more driven, initially, by his family and getting them out of Bin-Er and reuniting with Kalyaan, while Wan has no human family to speak of and was actually orphaned (ironically compared to Kavik, who lied about being orphaned.) However, at the end, both of them are driven by their care towards Yangchen and Raava.

"No," She said, shaking her head. "You still feel indebted, I'm calling it off-"

"Spitting spirits, you are so annoying! I want to help you because you deserve it! Do I have to tattoo the message across your skull?"

The ending to both of their partnerships are generally seem as ambiguous - although romantic interpretations can easily be prescribed to the pairings, the most important parts that we see are their devotion to one another and the obstacles they overcame to become close, regardless of the label you might choose to put on the relationship itself.

Overall, I think it would have been very cool to see Raava and Wan's relationship develop over the course of longer than a single episode (because really, we hardly see Raava in Beginnings: Part 1) and I think that their relationship has very similar roots to Yangvik.